To a Giggling Divinity

                     

                                                Vaughn De Leath
                                           "The Original Radio Girl"
                                                     1894-1943

                                           

Flood the World with your songs
 And your Love - your strongest powers.
Pierce wide the static curtain!
 Set ablaze the radio towers!

Queen of all the Windmills,
 Gently spill anew your words.
Repel all miry battlefields
 And southern songbirds.

Sing something fun and silly,
 Something cooing and sweet.
Sing the whole World of your Star
 'Ere the Night is soon a-fleet.

Fortuna flicks her dread Wheel;
 We all figure in her Game.
Yet she seems to have forgotten
 To damn you to eternal Fame.

Oh, never mind! It only matters
 That you're here with us right now,
So forget textbook omissions
 And prepare your final bow.

Now your microphone has died away
 With that lovely laughing trill,
And the Night is much too inky
 And the World deafeningly still.


DB/3.21.13


NOTE: I wanted to add one of Miss De Leath's recorded songs at the end of this poem (i.e."Sometimes I'm Happy"), but due to the possible necessity of requesting permission to use it and then trying to add it here (which I have neither the patience nor the tech savvy for) I can only suggest that, short of hunting for the whole song to listen to on YouTube, you could also buy it from a CD or ITunes, Amazon, or some other places I may not know about where you could spend a piddling 99 cents to appease our corporate masters, who will NEVER be appeased with your pissy 99 cents! Ha! NEVER!! NEVER EVER!!
 Remember, the above is just a suggestion, but if you do want an introduction to a greatly underrated, cruelly neglected but very talented and beautiful 1920s vocalist, then I highly recommend you do those. Thank you.
 Snort! A mere urinate-y 99 cents! NEVER NEVER EVER!!!