In Which I Mourn Two More Greats: Frank Frazetta & Lena Horne

Less awesome stalks the world than once did as

We lost a man whose pictures haunt our dreams

And a great lady, cool and smooth as jazz

Itself. Oh how much duller this day seems

With both Frazetta gone, and Lena Horne.

Their gifts to us outlast them, and will do

So long hence. How I cherish my few worn

And tattered paperbacks the master drew

The covers for; and Lena's voice still smooths

My roughened edges as I write this. We

Were truly graced who loved them both; this soothes

Me e'en as I regret I did not see

Ms. Horne in concert, ever. Never let

Such chances pass you by; do not forget!