In memoriam Lew Welch(1926-71)

I was reading Lew Welch's letters

and a tremendous outburst of pity

came rushing up in my mind,

flooding it.

You should

have stayed in the marketing,

Lew, written poems on the side,

not let yourself adrift in the

world of bohemian literature,

where even the big sharks

often enough ended up finned.

One day you left on your

long walk in the mountains,

all alone, and it's still

unfinished. Let it be

beside a clear rushing stream,

in the shadow of trees,

that you await to be

caught up.

28.04.2013