Wade, 1975

There was no verse
 with the end of the Vietnamese.


There was no verse
 with the vision of a play.


But now the verse rises
 with the death of a friend.


And the world revolved
 around just a few in those
  days of high school and
   folks were getting higher.


One folk didn't make it,
 at least not until a few days
  ago, when he made his final
   high, and I didn't make the funeral.


Was his death for right,
 when he believed in Commies,
  and drugs, and wild things,
   and didn't know anything else?


There was no verse
 with the end of school.