Combs Duende/IF-641.01

Following Combs' incineration, Runolfio Peeper composed "An Elegy for Combs":

Yet once more, great grey ashes, and once more

Some drifting hairs float upon the wind.

I run to the railing and snatch a strand,

And with a reaching trembling hand,

Hold close the memory that the Gods have thinned.

To our rage and sorrow They say we have sinned,

And left us a grim testament of fire,

And Combs in gone, gone ere their prime.

They said Combs’ hair would never end,

To swing their bat they would not tire,

But that bat has fallen at an umpire’s crime,

And left us with the charge to defend

Combs memory as a deep and lovely Crab,

As a poet at the plate; as a loyal friend.