RIP is not available when you are a star.

I have heard it said that the camera steals the soul,

I heard that in life they courted fame, the lens came with sincere amens,

Followed by fanatics in suits and ties peddling lies

“they knew what they were getting into”

Imagine an afterlife where pinpricks of pain break through each time

each time, every time

someone posts that same image of your face recycled daily, hourly…

fans need validation basking in your long dead light,

candles don’t stay lit in the wind, they die

curlicues of soul smoke soon pass,

Let them rest, let her rest, let the image fade

we still have the films

requiescat in pace.

Chris