Poetry

How the Mighty Have Fallen

In memory of my business partner Tony Villaruel Where is that oak that towered over thee? Lying on the ground, it’s spirit now free Where is that highest of mountain peaks? Flowed in avalanche to the home it seeks So soon away, so little life spent So soon beyond earth his soul went How easy does death bring himself upon One day a stallion, another day a man done With truly no defenses are we left waiting To ride the barge on the River Styx floating