Our Man in Europe/Belize-lately/Dave Delacroix/Dave Delacroix:
"REQUIEM/ORATORIO!"
(It means "Shaddup/Die Young/Drink Up & BE somebody!)
"Requiem-Oratorio: When I Died."
...WHEN I DIED, THANKFULLY PENNILESS, mostly friendless, I'd squandered my last paycheck on whisky, betting on slow horses/fast women not to mention forgetting where I'd stashed my last 6-pack of beer? (The heartbreak!) My heir's inheritance (lol), a motley crew STILL cuss me to this day, even in HELL I hear their Banshee-wails/remorseful ghostly needy-cavernous echoes? AHA!! They TOO R now dead but we don't share the same rooms. Reservations? I got first dibs! I got to go to HELL first.
When I DIED, quiet affair, post sword fighting, Islamic-pirate-Corsairs gigs? And if those Muslims capture YOU!? Historically: It's all over now Baby Blue. However, Slavery is still (2026) a domestic pastime, immigrant kids from the Philippines, house servants within some Egyptian hell, the CULT of ISLAM, how do U DE-CULTIFY a zillion zealots? Your own crazy privileged daughter. Isn't that enough? = wotchagonnaDo?
...A World of WOES. (Brennus; in 390 BC, "Vae Victus!"): "Woe to the Vanquished!" - on his invasion/sack of Rome, or "Long John Silver/Treasure Island; "DEM DAT DIES'LL BE the Lucky ones!", yet eons later, Euro-patriots fighting those Genghis Khan-fast pony hordes, latter day Scientology or Druids' "Weeping Willow" Cults, we taught them how to BE confused, sometimes, historically, critically, we taught them how to die? (U had to BE there! /There's NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!) U frick THEM or THEY frick THEE? Better wish for a "home run" Babe Ruth!
When I DIED, NO PRISONERS. Easter Bunnies, festive trinkets tied up in a Bow. The reality? JACK PALANCE/movie: SHANE, puts on his gunslinger black gloves, shoots your teddy bear between the eyes, never thinks twice (it's alright) and AGAIN< no TAMBERLAINE, no CEASAR's holocaust in France & all life's partners in WAR, to this day prepared to dance. And in this grayish World do U (Poker-game) hold-Em or fold-Em. Do U protect your Own? Or step aside and get a stiff drink?
When I DIED, a good thing too! I took to my grave a forgotten tune which future Kids will never understand. WHO sings of Charlemagne, Alfred the Great or the Trojans at Thermopylae, some ancient surfing beach/Greek shore where birds in the woods at dusk still imitate the Trojans' death battle cries, an ALAMO, as WE TODAY, with guitar-voice SING OUT, trying to represent a record of Our Time, as we ALL like to think that we did some good, for better or worse, a nobodies-nobody...when I died. And like U, fair or foul, no favor, "Vae Victus" it's up to U.
c.dave delacroix. april. 2026,
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