Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/Ragazzimento No 8: "Lay, Lady, Lay..."
When the Old Lady died on Xmas eve in a pale blue night dress and ballerina slippers, taking with her what memories she still had, I think she KNEW/was wise: the inconsequential hands that would pick up her lifeless limbs, the callous refractions of an Undertaker's attention.
Did she rebel, revile, SCREAM: "Decency! HUMILITY!"? -she could not.
When the Old Lady died? And she WAS a LADY, unbeknown st to her nieces, nephews, God-children, etc.... In her beginning WAS a beginning. In her Youth? She spoke the TRUTH. She waltzed in Vienna and jived in PAREE. Many a broken heart, these days, trails lonesome roads. Her particular style of guitar finger-pickin'? -like Django Reinhardt, you might ask? But now, she can only Gypsy reply.
When the Great Lady died; did she know - or hovering above - observe the dissection, indeed! vivisection of her treasures, by lawyers, estate agents, distant cousins and jackals? -her antique wedding dress, jewelry, a life-time collection of earrings, Basque-solid furniture, her favorite coffee cup, souvenirs from Thailand, Egypt, Morocco; that "water"-pipe, I believe she cherished to the end...?
When the Old Lady died, she died alone but NOT lonely (Pizza delivery guy was 5 mins. away/cool neighbors arriving in 10 mins. with Martini fixings!) Her twin sister, too, showed up, 5 minutes after she "passed". So did BOB DYLAN, singing, "Lay, Lady, lay" on her stereo.
I DO believe it was a beautiful "passing".
When the Lady DID die, she - I think - did so, as she had lived: with Direction!
As for Death?
"Don't sweat it. It can't be all THAT bad; nobody ever comes back here! I figure it's a place where nobody pays TAXES!" -she would say.
Lay, Lady, lay. And dark is the grave where-in my friend is laid.
c 2013/davedelacroix!our man in europe/steinhude am meer-germany/for HORST/cold february...
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