'Speak in small bursts of truth...'

I want to start by paraphrasing the great writer, Saul Bellows, who said; 'No one will be heard in the future if they do not speak in small bursts of truth.' The little writing below is my way of expressing Mr. Bellows sentiment;

In Memoriam To
William Earl Anderson
(d. September, 1988)

...And it took aim again, this time
‘deep in the heart’s core.”
I lost my friend.
When will it end? This death,
this scourge, this utter sadness
that knows no (AIDS).

Whose instrument has wrought
this menace? Whose bow has plucked
this wicked tune?

A virus– methodical, brilliant
in the eyes of the scientist.
Yet, virtuous men & women
fallen to its cunning.

Howling, ‘I see the best minds
of my generation’,
reduced to nothingness...

This is my sad song sung
to a hard head wind
that blows no pity, but dirt in my face.

I miss you, William.
Rest in peace my good friend...