I offer this paean in memory of the tragic death of Washington Redskin, Sean Taylor. I draw my inspiriration from the early 20th century elegiac poetry of A.E. Housman, specifically: "an Athlete Dying Young." The introduction is a from T.S. Eliot's Wasteland- the Death by Water stanza.
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swells,
And the profit and the loss.
A current under sea
picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
he passed the stages of his age and youth
entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward
Consider Phlebas, who once was handsome
and tall as you.
The time you won your team the game
We cheered you on, and showered fame
Upon you. We held you up as though a rock
Star. We knew not the time remaining on the clock.
To-day the path of thugs and gangstas
Ends where yours ends, we feel the pangs
Of loss and grief but wonder how you
Waste such strength and skill and now you
Break our hearts and leave us puzzled
At least Michael Vick survived and muzzled
Has another shot at glory or another
Day to see the light, your journey other
Places wends, unknown, uncertain
You disappear behind the curtain of
Eternity.
A once bright flame extinguished.
Once strong and fast and so distinguished
From the ordinary mortal: God's gifts
Were surely meant to lift
Us closer to him and to truth.
But alas, you have been brought low by brutes.
Perhaps you felt beyond their sting
Your bravado and your bling
No match for a thuggish glock.
Your demise, like that of Tupac
Steals from our joy.
Sleep well and teach the boys
Of Autumn how cold the ground
Where star-crossed lives become unwound.
Ralph Alter
Prospect