NEW POETIC ORDER

Alone he leaves us here,

Taking our hearts as souvenirs,

An angel surely he has become,

But his presence cannot be undone,

His inspiration an enduring ghost,

Bounded in admiration by mortal hosts,

A deity surely he will become,

But his heart cannot be won.

(Written originally in tribute to the actor James Dean, but retitled Jonathan, after the passing of an acquaintance. Jonathan Rhys Hill)