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.
No rude sound shall reach thine ear,
Guns or Cop Land‘s horses champing;
No wise guys are summoned here
Mustering clans, Goodfellas tramping.
In the red-cushioned cinema row,
Where fairy strains of music fall,
You were our great anti-hero,
Star dust sprinkled in the hall.