Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix: "Death by proxy!"
...Death BY proxy! Who'd a 'guessed? The King, the Queen IN your life, the Court Jester, a Jack of Knaves to slice your intelligence at your knees OR Gypsy-Rose-Lee, a limerick bout a gal from Swansea (Wales), a mysterious Jewess with no fear of HELL, a Rebecca to Ivanhoe: Fortunes to tell?
Death by proxy, a "rag and bone man" scouring slums, collecting people's scraps year after year; mostly rubbish, throw-a-ways, pots & pans, sometimes a DIAMOND falls into his hands, a genius magnet?
OH!! Who cries for the beauty, away from satanic mills, now mind-bending "AI" communion, Bitcoin, where is that daisy field, bluebells in the forests, in the woods, nature's fragile shield to shade tomorrow's eye, enforced to see the narrow horror of Tomorrow?
Death by Proxy, friends/people come & go, a CULLING so the next "school-class" can come & grow. Clouds on clouds in different form to enhance each generation to their norm. A song or 2 to hum?
Death by whoopsies. Fate will never hand U the key. Soldiers falling to your left & right. My valor has no wounds. Why is it not Me? And YES! (Singing:) "It's a long, long way to Tipperary but my heart's right there!" A death in any which way I lose. U'd better take it!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
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