Queen

I still feel your spirit
you were the other one who bit the dust
some say you faggot
your passion, lust, music your life
no judgement, not my lot
yet it was so obvious
“Queenie!”
No one says a lot
What else?
but you haunt me
“Queenie”
like so many others
Freddie, I still fret at the forgotten
While Bohemian plays
I cannot help
but remember you
and the memories you set
in three decades, and more recent
you mystical artist
Of Indian decent
who would have thought
a sad demise
HIV surprise
who would have said
vibrato rings so beautifully in your
reverberated voice
and who chose the distorted guitar sound?
And the moustache, through lips, edged round
Queen!
Mr Mercury
the barometer of music,
the forever lanced memory
from seventy and mainly eighty
then in ninety, dead
but never forgotten
still now and ahead
inside my…
Queen.

24 May 2007