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Daniel A. Stafford8/29/2003 11:31:58 PM
4/19/2021 10:36:02 PM

The Last Legend of Memphis:

If you could ressurect them,
They wouldn't have to drown in their tears,
We'd have given them all the salty wet they'd ever need...

In his silver suit the future man,
Keeper of legends,
Holder of the Heroes' Lights,
He dived deep and far,
No creature stirred the waters,
Just deep and dark and quiet like the tomb,
He found the white columns half buried in silt,
After swimming past green metal gates,
With the shape of a man playing guitar,
Between two brick pillars,
He swam through the columns,
Into the hall of legends,
Loud colors blared under his lights,
Hidden in the depths of ages,
Crystal chandeliers,
He almost choked in his dive mask,
When his lamp light fell,
Upon twin stained glass peacock doors,
The stuff of legends for a thousand years,
It's not every day you find yourself,
In a God of Youth's dining hall,
Only yards from where the dead deity lies,
But he'd heard that golden voice,
Everyone had for a millennia,
The magic of children so technologically ignorant,
But buried in the data he'd found the coordinates,
And true to his deduction,
He was in the God of Music's own hall,
Fearing to swim up the stairs,
For this jealous God had never sung invitations there,
He stared again at the peacock doors,
A creature thought to be legend,
Until dug from a universe of bits,
He'd found the last Legend of Memphis,
And the daughter of God the Musical,
Even she had sang her heart out,
Crying as the waters rose over her home,
And now it wasn't a legend,
And they could worship His voice forever,
Even though it was now proven,
Even Gods of music can cry,
Even Gods of music can die,
Even Gods of Music can sink beneath the sea,
But still the last legend of Memphis,
Sings for you and me.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2003

By: Daniel A. Stafford

Author's Comments

See the map above - if global warming continues,
Graceland will join the Titanic, lying at the bottom
of the Gulf of North America.

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4/19/2021 10:36:02 PM
Daniel A. Staffordaqmstaffo@mailbag.comwww.whizzyrds.com

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