Another Man of the Cloth: Henri Matissue

Early Fauve portrayed with colored paper, an art material 
the potential of which he mastered late in his life:

Henri Matissue

was created with black and blue chemical markers,

surrounded by red tissue paper, 

drawn and glued onto stretched canvas

attached to pine frame

16" x 20"

"Curly, Moe; Larry, Shemp: all devolved to room temp..." Shuffling Off Our Mortal Coil; or, What Say Let's Live Forever!: A Constrained Nonsense Necrologue

Curly, Moe; Larry, Shemp: all devolved to room temp.
Sharp cartoonist Thom Nast wound up breathing his last.

Colin’s grandfather Firth has departed this earth
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.?

Codicology's Morse rides – behold! – a pale horse.
Culture icon Joan Quarm, late last year, bought the farm.
Mogul Friedrich (“Fritz”) Krupp found his number was up.
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.?

Poet John Albert Macy’s now pushing up daisies.
One Solomon Phipps fin’lly cashed in his chips.
Mr. Morrison Waite simply slid off the plate. 
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.? 

All (well: most) of the Bysshes now sleep with the fishes.
St. Christopher Wade? Made to drink the Kool aid.
Herr Hermanus van’t Hoff softly exited off.
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.? 

Jazz fervent Rudi Blesh went the way of all flesh. 
Ms. Elizabeth Baker en fin met her maker.
Li’l Abner’s Al Capp took a final dirt nap.
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.?

Couple Carl and Blanche Jost gravely gave up the ghost.
Poet Julia Ward Howe waved, then took her last bow.
Joseph Smith and his wives? All of them lost their lives.
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.?

Far-right-winger John Birch leaned, then fell off his perch.
Charles Caldwell McCabe? In the bosom of Abe. 
Both E. and K Wynn (dad and son) packed it in.
When shall we – you 'n' me -- shuffle off this m. c.? 

Rufus, Tom and John Choates all donned pine overcoats.
Kicked the bucket did Boggs: popped (did Samu'l) his clogs.
Even "Prosp" Merimee, in the end, passed away.
Still, we'll not say, "Amen!" till we're five score and ten!