Tribute to Dexter
THE EDITOR, Sir:
Through this medium, I wish to offer solace to the relatives and close friends of fashion designer Dexter Pottinger who, purportedly, was knifed to death.
Upon learning of his demise, the following enveloped my consciousness.
His cries for help were gobbled by the wind
On that novel weekday morning, which brought ill-will.
Some stupid, heartless, hands engaged the knife
Which blindly dispensed wounds to claim his '3D' life!
An enterprising gentleman he was.
He gave essence to the outfits he designed.
The world of fashion stands dumbfounded at this time
As shrouds of various hues materialise.
What satisfaction can be had
By the one who placed his breath on hold?
Luckily, the flagrant stench of death
Cannot now disrupt his soul!
Let the grim feet run and hide
With the hands that did the crime!
Tell them -
'Patience has no place to go, whilst she sits with time!
! Descansa en paz, hermano! - Rest in peace, brother!'