________ shot the hills
________ burned Paris to the ground
The moon is big, tonight
Nights like this are made for long walks
And thoughts about why
Why ______ hung himself in a closet
Why ______ died so alone
What ever became of you all?
Where did you end up?
What have you made of yourselves, now?
These walks create the questions
But the moon is big, tonight
And the endless walk is divine
I never find the answers
© Dicky J Loweman 2015