elegy for a pop king by DB Cox

where am i
where have i gone
covered over
with fifty years
of accumulated stone
hidden beneath
a hundred
shifting faces
which were no more
than aliases
for every lost hour
spent like pocket change
wandering a forever
neverland
like a prisoner
on the yard
no way out—
no destination—
constantly
glancing back
to be sure
of a frail shadow
which pales
a little each day
fading into
that vague space
between savage
& savior