On the second anniversary of Heathcote Williams’ travels
Two years mark the day
But there has been no time spent without you.
Held as you are in the thought light,
The word light shines all the more.
Casting its deep shadow, we write,
Following the lines you left with us;
As our hearts and fingers trace motion
Like a blind man found at truth’s door.
One can still read you like Braille,
Rising from the page, superceeding
What we might call the pale print of others
As you colour in now from far suns,
What the flesh led to and found
As the captive angel conditions
The wracked heart around it and the stories
You scorched with bright blood.
All of your energies fused
The surrounding space you engendered.
Friends made in a moment became eternal
Attendees at your court.
Prince of the pen, Poet King,
Your mischief and muse venerated
All of those forced and forfeit
To the crimes of state still enforced.
You freed the spirit, now yours,
Brothers the souls you defended. Whale
And Elephant. Dolphin. Dodo and Tree,
Jesus Christ. As you move from man
Into Myth what we know of you forms
New language with which we will talk
To you and with you again, through
………… You will be dancing behind,
Nimble as you were in your ‘hey’day,
Your ‘wow’ zone resplendent, whenever your
Writing and way claimed a mind.
Those still on the planet salute you in love,
Winking our wish through the cosmos,
Broadcasting life’s message that yours
Is the path still to find. It used to lead
To Oxford, but now, it stretches on
Beyond Pluto, for wherever God sits
You’ll be searching for Alien leads
In a Play. There will be starred graffiti,
Comet clear, bridging brand new solar systems
As you call into question both creation’s
Frame and time’s sway. You will immortally moving,
Far, free, as you redefine the first nothing,
Rewriting life and the future as I sit
Thinking of you on July the 1st, your death day.
For Heathcote, alive, as you continue to be,
Words are shining. You have sent summer sun
To speak for you as you remain freedom bound.
We await, each of us, to continue the lessons
You taught us; as our released fires seek you
When our time arrives, trace our sound.
For just two years mark the point in which
You moved behind colour. So, in this black
And white, I call to you: I send up
This fresh signal flare. Friends and family blaze.
The thought goes on. The love also.
We will carry on, as if with you.
Attempting you. That’s God’s dare.
David Erdos 28th June 2019