JULES DELORME

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He wasn’t with us for very long Just a small drip in the passage of time Not very long at all We met him at the dying of the light Yet his great heart, his burning fire, contained in such a small body touched us touched us deeply I called him Master Po because he was blind Despite his temper, despite his fire, he liked to be held and rocked He was a fighter He raged against the dying of the light Such a small frail failing body contained so much fire, so much light He died late last night, early this morning so early this mourning He was too tired to fight anymore He just fell asleep there in the strange room held and rocked held and rocked and loved so deeply so very deeply I will miss you, Master Po I will miss you so very much I will miss your fire I will miss your fight I will miss you frail flailing little body You weren’t with us for very long Just towards the dying of the light But you shone Oh, you shone A

Last night, early this morning, around 4:30 am, Dong Dong passed. He went peacefully. He was too fired to fight anymore. But I know that, if he could, this would be what he chose to be read: Do not go gentle into that good night Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bles

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