it sounded like
a pair of old clichés:
he and his mate
goin´ huntin´ in
the vast Western Desert
when in an instant
of forgetfulness
he blew his pal
into the great oblivion
he wrote a poem
for his friend
inscribed in one more rock
in the desert
which has one person
less to impress
and one more to haunt
from now on
it´s a beautiful poem
that´ll last fairly long
and has been recorded
otherwise as well
so we could leave
it at that
which is very en vogue
– having the poem is
all that matters –
yet I can´t keep myself
from inquiring indiscreetly
about the guy
who wrote it.