Boy, could he play guitar

Today we lost David Bowie.
But – we had David Bowie.

So let our radio un-ration grief
into the air and beyond.

Major Tom sang in a spacecraft
with a weightless guitar.

He spoke to us in grimy bedsits.
He let Bing ‘ba-rup-pa-pa-pum’.

He was Ziggy and Aladdin Sane
and a hero forever and ever.

We heard a chrysalis crack
to free us: gawky became cool

and we flew with him
on wings he taught us how to grow.

Today we lost David Bowie.
Turn up the dial.

There he is – that whip-thin,
kooky, sexy, impossible genius.