A minor ode to the loss of Margaret Hamilton

So Toto in the golden gate
passed corn too softly masticate
passed poppi just a bit too late
old toto, gone and gone away

So Dorothy blue and rubicund
stomped upon the cobblestone
tin-glinted in a stuttered sun
old Dorothy, dunne and done and gone

So of east, of green and cackled fear
flickered flame beside a winged leer
snickered shame, no ‘love you dear’
The east – she drains into the almost here

The West, the truth. Long dark hair
The kindness of despair.
Speak the loss of sister, if you dare,
the cruelty of a face too fair.

Come back to me,
Come back from calm Boothbay
the light will guide us far away