~for David and Alan
A Black Star at autumn’s dusk,
a hymn at dawn, a mask.
A Starman Plays an Auld Lang drum
“Always” prays a bard,
and stays my rusty atlatl.
A Wandman’s aura burns.
A myth has past, a last ward cast.
This poem is my goodbye to two of my favorite boys, David Bowie and Alan Rickman. I love their work and the legacy they leave us. I used a favorite writing method: a challenge. This poem was written only using two vowels: A and U (and sometimes Y).