Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Raise a glass for Marcus

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

My younger brother Marcus. Taken too soon.

7 comments:

Unknown said...

Wow. My deepest sympathies to you and your family.

Daniel M. Perez said...

My condolescences, Charles. May he rest in peace, and may you and your family only experience joy from now on.

Thrasymachus X said...

You have my condolences. You and your family will be in my family's thoughts and prayers; I hope you find peace after this terrible tragedy.

Unknown said...

We're very sorry to hear the news. Ruth has said prayers for you and Marcus. I know you will find a way to serve his memory well. Best wishes. Our thoughts are with you... I'm veclempt.
--Chris

Chuck said...

Thanks all for the kind words.

As you can see above, I'm back at work here. I posted an excerpt from the adventure I'm writing for GenCon above, and we should have something else to announce in the next few days.

Thanks again.

AccidentalFraser said...
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AccidentalFraser said...

Glad to see you're back at work. Please know my thoughts and prayers are with you, if belated.

Sending you a manly hug with thumping of the shoulders across the internet aether.

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