I really only remember Elvis from his later years and the reaction to his death. I was too young before that. But I saw his performances on television and loved them. I saw the outpouring of emotion when he died and I could see that he was not thought of as just another singer, not just another man. He was 'The King'. He was a legend. He was Elvis. I've been watching clips online of him performing as part of my trawl through my musical memories and the feelings they evoke in me, and this, weirdly, is what came into my head.
He might have died on the toilet, but he was still Elvis
Me, I could die
between rose silk sheets
on a four poster bed
with ruby satin drapes
in a plum velvet room
in a golden palace,
but I'd still be
just the odd woman
who sneaked away
from the tour group
and hid there
until it was all over.
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