Ray’s Song

Ray Liotta (18 December 1954 – 26 May 2022)

[With apologies to Sir Walter Scott]

Ray Liotta, rest! Thy career’s o’er,

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;

Battle the Field of Dreams no more,

No days of danger, nights of waking.

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No rude sound shall reach thine ear,

Guns or Cop Land‘s horses champing;

No wise guys are summoned here

Mustering clans, Goodfellas tramping.

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In the red-cushioned cinema row,

Where fairy strains of music fall,

You were our great anti-hero,

Star dust sprinkled in the hall.