Roger Ebert - Clem Snide

It’s all an elaborate hoax

It’s all an elaborate hoax

He looked ever peaceful

He looked ever young

Accepting his moment that soon would be done

He wrote in a note

That he passed to his wife

As he felt him shedding the skin of this life

It said

There is a vastness that can’t be contained

Or described as a thought in the flesh of our brain

It’s everything, everywhere, future and past

Dissolving forever in an eternal flash

Worth no words to say that he loved her so much

His hands seems to pass through whatever it touched

And the credits that rolled listed all of God’s names

As images floated away from their frames

From their frames

Did you know these were Roger Ebert’s dying words?

Did you know these were Roger Ebert’s dying words?

It’s all an elaborate hoax

It’s all an elaborate hoax