Days after Kerchal’s death, B.A.S.S. received this handwritten poem in the mail, with only the Delaware B.A.S.S. Nation as a return address. To our knowledge, this 20-year-old poem has never been shared outside the B.A.S.S. Nation office.
Bryan
It all started as a glimmer of light up Connecticut way.
The glimmer grew brighter with each passing day.
Toward the South it moved and all through the East
As if on a mission, it would not cease.
Suddenly it shined with a brilliance so bright,
And a new star rose into the night.
We watched in awe as it lived our dreams.
It would shine forever or so it seemed.
We surprisingly found we felt its joys.
We suddenly seemed like little boys.
Euphoric elation, proud as peacocks,
We hoped these feelings would never stop.
Then just as quickly as it began,
It was gone … and darkness covered the land.
We struggle to understand why
We hurt, and longingly search the sky.
But perhaps its mission, was here done.
We lived and loved and felt as one.
And perhaps if we listen real hard into the night
We’ll hear that whistle blow, and know everything’s alright.
ANONYMOUS