The dews drew shake of goose bump
where labors all his leisure gave onto
his helping this fair poet down in dump
his kindness so rosy, petal dropped you
yes, you, his kindred spirit that writes
yes, you, the poet blessed his indites.
So many enumerable have been helped
have grown in their poetic knowledge
that the count lifts him heavenly dealt
mine of general nonsense without college
was tutored in poetry and guided by him
an instructor that lectured drilled his friend.
An honor it was to meet him awhile past
for his memory shall live in many a heart
cast his love, his patience, his instruct vast
civilized became poetry given his true art
dressed glove of understanding whereof
our brother passed, has nurtured with love.
May he be at rest, along the crystal shores
starlit his poetry moon-beamed throughout
the generations that comes upon yours
shout not, whisper softly onto ears of doubt
give reason to his death, for it ink-stamps
my heart with his loss, as my brain vamps.
For all poets Michael James Garland pieced together
they of poor, they so rich, or like me, of burnt leather.
Rest brother, rest, the angels shall be your wings.