THIN AIR

THIN AIR

Like Ophelia
he died small

a paltry few to mourn
barely a stone

above the grave they circulate
unclaimed constellations
we have not figured out
let alone
    found a pattern, given
them names

he put in the excruciating time
the hard learning
         no lost to history, genius
savant
for whom we have to
concoct such a narrative
  stretch creative fiction
to
  its breaking point

oh that something so
miraculous, universal.
could be the deepest lie
complete travesty

where in our entire history
was such greatness
           plucked out of
nowhere

flirt the the idea that
it was there for the taking,
be pulled
      from the shadows

no greater alchemy
sucked out of thin air