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In Memoriam: Charles Mingus

I sat be
side the man / his
ruined, round
body / eyes of a
sultan, sandweary & all
encompass

ing / fat, black
pudgy fingers ancient
eyes

: you know me for

sure
Charles Mingus / got
nuthin to

say got unthin
to ask of your vastness
Your sadness

old as notes
the soul neglects / got
nuthin to

give you back
for what you blew

Got
nuthin but
the slow, sad weight
of

2
huge
hands

2 urns
to hold the ashes
of

a
man's
gesture

moving pensively
on the dense piano
like

God's
presence on the
still face of the

hushed
waters

-Mikhail Horowitz

Bane of your existence

Nothin' but love for the ho but Jaco is better.