In honour of Deadman, a poet

This is the story of an eccentric poem
that thought it is a song
It wrapped it's long fingers in gauze
and sowed a gown out of musicsheets,
but the lights went out
and the mike was switched off,
so it grabbed the chalk from a poet
and etched its sorrows as above
on the sky of the darkest of nights
and with one sigh, all the stars died