Roy Lichtenstein

I had a friend,

just the other day,

my friend Roy,

he died today

From little ones

to big ones

his dots always

had me

grabbed me

made me unstable

on solid ground

His retrospective

winding up the Guggenheim walls...

His thin, structural body,

standing tall,

another member,

of that Cedar bar,

I’m sure.

Roy,

why did you have to go?

my bible is empty?

my letter undelivered?

Roy,

where will you plot?

without a last dot?

Roy,

how come there is a fighter jet

a child with a toy

yet an image of

destruction?

Don’t go,

for I only knew you...

for so many years...

and more to come

more to dream of

dream with...

I had a friend,

just the other day,

my friend Roy,

he died today

In New York City

he passed away

Center of POP

for you and me

I’ll be there

will U2?

In the city

glorious lights

Mondrian’s Broadway

city delights

Roy,

tell me your daughter’s name,

before you go

send me a present

a lesson of the future,

before you go

A beg

a round-a-bout

come inside,

have a cup of coffee,

it’s all I can offer

to a god of pop

a god of pop.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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