In Memoriam R.D.

'Tis late at night, or early morn;

I'd slept tonight - the first in days,

When, in my catatonic haze,
An image from my mind was born:

She lives! A zombie, hollow-eyed,

Dull face, matte coat, mane like a nest.

She tears the arrow through her chest;
Internal organs flow outside.

She turns to me with trademark smile;

Says, "Come and join me, Egghead!" Then

She laughs, turns back, walks into fen,
Therein dissolves in substance vile --

And with a jolt I then return'd

To consciousness. I guess I'll stay

Awake tonight, or sleep at day,
'Til my mind clears its image burn'd.