"I am in mourning for your face/ The one I used to love to see/ Leaping, glowing upon the stage/ The mike eager.../ Thrusting in your fist. I am in mourning for your face/ the shining eyes/ the happy teeth/ the look that said/ I am the world/ and aren't you glad/ Not to mention deeply in luck... Oh, my pretty little brother. Genius. Child. Sing to us. Dance./ Rest in Peace."
**taken from 'Natural Star' by Alice Walker**
