Reflecting garish neon
An aging glamour queen cries
For a lonely beggar who has died
It had been thirty years to the day
Since they first arrived at this place
Together on a bus from nowhere
They came to seek immortality
One was honored with a gold star
On the sidewalk embedded with tributes
The other lived in the grip of a bottle
And died in the grip of thief
And clutching his hollow face
Against her satin covered breasts
She cries out to the night
Cursing the City of Lights
And the decaying letters on the hill
Look down and laugh
As the beggar's diluted blood
Slowly fills Marilyn's handprint
John Harrison
