Today is the anniversary of Martin Luther King's assassination.

(Posted this before, I know. Here goes again. Riddle for bloggies - who, in part, does PG refer to? Clues in 2nd stanza. Anyone hazard a guess?)

 44

  
 Interesting.  A black cub in a saltcellar
 might have to do with a J2 rainbow
 coalescence.  Where you go, I will go,
 Daddy-o – through the mirror –

  
 but what's it all for?  A warm
 swarm of pinks huddle together
 by a pile of boots and nails there.
 A nation in a car.  Some form

  
 of cartoon coronation.  Sloppy
 jalopy of jello pie suspended up
 for an anchor.  PG his marked-
 own pine tree.  See what I see?

  
 Chilled or gelled half of an ironing
 jenny on the bottom of Big Muddy
 – because fate dealt a delta hand
 a dandy way-off Chinese rune for

  
 dying.  This number's upside down
 and skewed sideways (pretty darn
 rigorous, Mort) on a purple Lincoln
 out of Mars, with 44 plates of blown

  
 lizard-lady luck.  Drove by today
 while everybody died inside.  Time
 stop broke Sin chain stop cried.
 Finish your 2 x 4 calf pie?  Eh,

  
 son?  Walk it slow now, Abe.
 Isaac in the sack, the lamb
 lookin askance... Mick, Sam,
 Clem, and that other one – Gabe –

  
 in the wings... hold it right there.
 Close your eyes now.  Silver Bullet
 (marvelous red racehorse) set
 her seal on him, Dad.  Let him go free.

     
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