Friday, December 29, 2006

"Vengeance be Mine," saith The Lord

To Mrs. Janc Once Proud To Be

I never could see
Attacking those who cannot
Defend themselves
Like Jerry Janc
Can tell no tales.

It is beyond my comprehension
How a kindhearted man
Years dead
Could inspire such vitriol
Ole Jer made mistakes
But he didn’t make that many.

To talk ill of the dead
Calls the ghost in
He’s really old now
Like he seemed to us then.
A leader set out to be broke
Like a glass horse.

Jerry was so transparent
I could see all those interests
Floating in alcohol
He drank teetering on the edge
Of Women’s Liberation.

Even if Jerry
Popped out of the bottle
Long enough to write
The literary novel he dreamed
He would not compete with you.

We partied hardy often and long
On the hill by 3 Points
I knew you then
And I still know Jerry
Because he died at 42.

Let Jerry Janc
Rest in peace
Or at least remember him
As the father of your children
And the man who
Never left a bum empty handed.