S. Worthen (owlfish) wrote,
S. Worthen

In memoriam - Arthur C. Clarke

If they had cures, long ago,
for burn, for plague, for polio,
for heart break and for dreams destroyed,
for starlust, and for inner void -

they could not all ensure that any
could live to four score years and ten. He
compassed space and earth and air,
a life full-lived with toil and flair.

They are not stars that do not burn,
though each collapses in their turn.
He still as star lights forth the way
with magic's prism, techne's sway.
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