Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-Singing, Everyones gone to da Moon., tra la.

 Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Silently-singing, Everyones gone to da Moon.

Silently-singing yet then again NIX.

 Everyone SMOKES in their room.

 And Church bells, ding-dang-ringing making it HOLY, for ya Mudders.

 Everyone got their own Zoom. Yup! 

And a heavenly CHOIR, no balls-drop, Angels-flutter. We try not to giggle but DO! 

And silently-singing, your satiation. Cos everyone Smokes in their room.....

...2nd act.

A bonjour a farewell, a Kiss-either way.An intercourse, a path to our Glory, a worship or a refugee. We Vote with our Feet and the next guest U meet bombed out by the missiles U paid for. Yo! And silently-singing I fade like U in Our disgrace.

And silently singing. It-s OFFICIAL. I-m not remotely IRISH, I do not have that Honour. But silently singing for Bobby Sands and the Boys in the H Block who Martyred their lives. Or stalwart Brits who Suicide in trench warfare gainst German brothers in Trench Warfare for Royalties-whim in green fields of France to deplete the Youth of towns I loved so well, silently-singing.

Silently-singing, my Love by my side. Never left me. Lucky guy. Silently singing, the mad-madding World. And all our Tomorrows to be sure to un-furl.

Silently-singing. What-s your name. Traveller-passing by. What-s your fame. Sing your Song! Or Graffiti your Mark. Scrawl your Name. Somehow, together, may we  travel into eternity.

c.davedelacroix, 2020, oct. AUCH-France.