Five songs

By Patrick T. Reardon


He restyled the opening

words of Genesis as a

country-western song,

let there be light and

all that, fruitful and

multiply — drinking,

trucks and death

would come later.


For a heavy metal

band, he composed a

horror song about a

baby trapped by city

demons: “Don’t bring

me down!”  Bowie-ish.


At a store on Mount

Horeb Street, under the

el, he found the sheet

music for somebody’s

unfinished Requiem

and wrote an ending.


His folk album contained

a suicide ballad titled

“The Lost Boy and His

Brother,” panned as

dark bleak grim.


“The Lost Tribes” went

on forever, likened to a

Yoko Ono screech, and

to Lennon’s primal

“Mother,” a dispatch

from bowels of darkness.


Patrick T. Reardon


The poem originally appeared in Tipton Poetry Journal on 1.1.22.

Written by : Patrick T. Reardon

For more than three decades Patrick T. Reardon was an urban affairs writer, a feature writer, a columnist, and an editor for the Chicago Tribune. In 2000 he was one of a team of 50 staff members who won a Pulitzer Prize for explanatory reporting. Now a freelance writer and poet, he has contributed chapters to several books and is the author of Faith Stripped to Its Essence. His website is

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