In the end he had given over to drink in toto
Blood of my blood brother Dave
In a fast march to oblivion
Seeking an early grave
A bodily death wish a painful, inevitable end
Helpless, I could but attend
Like Tantalus, reaching but never taking
The ambrosial fruits of life. Drinking the empty cup
And never slaking the parching thirst.
He always ran behind and never caught up
Restrained by filaments of utopia\'s shiny web
For him, his ship always sailed after the tidal ebb.
Searching for a hero, someone to make him worthy
Never realizing the value of his own zest for life
Short of an idol to worship using a vice instead
Sometimes this adulation (for me) lead to strife
I resented the undue attention, but now I see
He knew no other way to express his love for me
I remember my young son crying over the death
Of a wild dog shot in the wood
He, watching the life flow out in the blood
Of the wound, there were no words that ever could
Allay my son\'s grief or make him forget
He had seen real life too soon to my deep regret
And so it was with Dave, like a wounded creature
His bleeding soul slowly draining life\'s essence
And like the hemorrhaging creature blind to its cause
Rushing its death in total nescience
The soul cannot succor comfort for the mind
When its provenance is nulled by a hideous divine
Is the human spirit so given to damnation
Do we, when hope is gone, use self flagellation?
Hurrying to our deaths without purpose, totally oblivious