Oh, yeah

Poem for Randy Savage

Three adjectives

and a man in the middle. Isn’t that

the epitaph we all fight

to cut into our tiny lives?

Your slogan was an ode

to the affirmative. No gimmick,

only satisfaction there was

a place—even if just

on TV—where everything was simple

as giving or receiving

violence. Of course

it’s fake, we say of everything,

as if it’s better we know

the apron of life

and fiction, to slowly count

it out, to disqualify the news

so no title changes hands. The ring

of faith was once, too,

at the full. We believed

you ached and bled

for us, for no special

reason. Only we needed

a little excitement.