He Was...
He was pure prodigy,
if declared
only by
jury of one
where he best fared.
He was sheer genius,
if defined
only midst
the shallowest depths
he'd surface mind.
He was bliss blessing,
if sainted
only of
soul sanctuary,
himself ordained.
He was God's own gift,
if given
only as
poor parting favor,
crumbly riven.
He was lady's man,
if noted
only on
erection poll he
alone voted.
He was great poet,
if spoken
only in
pig latin verse,
crudely broken.
He was high justice,
self decreed
only just,
could deathmask black,
blindness exceed.
He was such fool to
all well known
only he
went unaware how
bright his dim shown.
