Christopher
You lived in the big screen
explosive and raw -
left reels of yourself -
books - pages and more.
Your thoughts - all in focus -
splintered and cut -
made mess of the stupid
and thumped in the gut.
You feared not the mighty -
went straight to the heart -
flamboyant and funny -
and pulled them apart.
Your voice - rich and velvet -
shone over the rest -
outspoken and teasing -
clever at best.
Your words - strong on paper
and in cyber space -
still punch out your passion
with a raw sort of grace.
Joy Weare,
21st December, 2011.
Christopher Hitchens
1949 - 2011
R.I.P
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