Who would be an icon in 2016

when Time suggests you have had your Time

upon this Earth, making people

laugh, sing, think and knowing

they have had some privilege of sparkling

nobility shine in their lives,

for it turns out that 2016 was just a murdering

git in heavy disguise as a year,

the black mask covering the demonic glee

of celebrity assassination as the poor,

genuine 2016 is locked in a basement somewhere

in Munich, no access to the news

and only given bowls of water