Lament for Amy Winehouse: The Line that Sings

Vodka from a broken wine glass. 

Stretch limo to deferred remorse.    

No tears. No hurt. No arias.                           

No chance, my friend, no chance, cos        

You’re not gonna see me cry.                             

Gone daddy’s girl, Medusan child.                  

Cool oracle. Herodias,                                           

Your wrecking crew is dragon-eyed,             

Blowin smoke and coasting thru, cos        

You’re not gonna see me cry.               

Leviticus Schleviticus!                     

Salome in your untervesh,

Black inkings immutabilis,                                    

Your virus-music cuts the flesh                 

But you’re not gonna see me cry.                      

No shivah, diva, no amens.    

No papa-mama clip your wings.      

No silence, candles, pentagrams.                   

Your wake-up call’s the line that sings:             

You’re not gonna see me cry.

Angel, you’re not gonna see me cry.