Twenty-five years ago today Jane died.
The very next day Elvis followed.
Knowing Jane, she was already organizing
a Newcomer’s Club.  Long as you’re here
Elvis, how about singing ‘I’m All Shook Up’.
It seems appropriate.

Elvis, white boy with a black sound
gyrating that pelvis with karate-like moves
Blue Suede Shoes, Heartbreak Hotel.

Jane hammering her glockenspiel
on the march to Age of Aquarius.

He created a portable world, an entourage
of twelve to fourteen guys while touring.
She was rooted…home, college, marriage.
Neither had to go far for comfort and solace.

A Slice of Elvis bus is touring the country
selling tokens of remembrance.
No one shouted and paid homage
at her Graceland today or bought t-shirts
saying Loving Wife  Special Mom
Beloved Daughter.

                                                           Loraine Brink