A/N: I've been watching stargate SG1 on DVDs that my friend lent me, and I 'd just finished season 5 when I wrote this. Now I've calmed down, I can realise that he'll come back, and he isn't actually dead, he's merely ascended, but this is a reasoble poem, so... Just read it please and review although flames will used to burn the messager at the stake, soo...I'm babbling. :P

Steel, wrapped thick by

Cotton.

Blue eyes hard,

Or Sparkling

Shining

Or bright with tears

Voice soft

Dull with anger

Harsh with pain

Quick with excitement

Hair

Softest brown

Like fallen leaves

Like fur

A diamond,

Pretty – but thought useless

By the shallow

Family isn't merely blood

Everyone's little brother

Friend

Widower

Brilliant mind

The spacemonkey

Daniel Jackson.