Oblivion

Through a wall of “boo’s”,
And a shallow pool of distinct rattling,
     THEY ALL GO WILD!

In Dali’s final hour,
Many tears streamed into the ocean,
Fish,
Going insane with red blood,
And pale moon.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

The critic as Phillies fan, perhaps?

The final stanza is wonderfully concise and efficient (terms probably never used to describe Dali in his ownself.) It's a pitch-perfect rendering of how Dali might have shuffled off this mortal coil.