Faster Than Light: for Randy, Did you remember a towel?

How long will you be here ghost?
Leave the young ones alone,
they miss the body you inhabited,
your acid words and softened touch.

Will you talk throaty and hoarse
through all time? Or what we have left?
Can you answer? I think not, besides,
“Who cares”, says you, finally at rest.

Hang here, in this haunted hut.
Your company will be a welcome relief
to the flyboys of WWII on R&R here
with their 3am cigarettes and yours truly.

They never died of cancer, like you,
but then again, you did not burst apart
on fire, vomiting against 3 G’s;
you have all been hurled faster than light.