Marty M. Howerton 54 of 5756 Bush River Road Newberry SC died Wednesday January 25 2012 at Palmetto Health Richland. Mr. Howerton was born on October 2 1957 in Newberry SC the son of Modene H. Treanor and the late John M. Howerton. Marty was of the Christian faith and was an avid reader and enjoyed writing. He could do a little bit of everything but will be best remembered for his quick wit and sense of humor. In addition to his mother of Newberry Marty is survived by his sister Cynthia L. Sissy Worthington of Newberry; nephews John A. Worthington and Tanner R. Worthington. He was predeceased by his father and step-father Matt Treanor. Funeral services were conducted at 2:00 PM. Saturday at the Whitaker Funeral Home Chapel by the Rev. Dr. Thomas Daum. Interment did follow in Bush River Baptist Church cemetery. The family will be at the residence and will receive friends from 6:00 to 7:30 PM Friday at the Whitaker Funeral Home Newberry. Pallbearers will be James L. Braswell Jr. Ralph L. Braswell Jr. John A. Worthington Tanner R. Worthington Kristopher S. Franklin and Kevin Chase Franklin. Memorials may be made to Marty Howerton Memorial Fund c/o Whitaker Funeral Home 1704 College Street Newberry SC 29108. On line condolences may be sent to the family at www.whitakerfuneralhome.com. Whitaker Funeral Home of Newberry is assisting the family. DESPERATION The adult commanded And the depth of life The wind menaces my thought- "Here is the land the thought that pulls it. bound tower conquer it!" Yes fathers The precipice is deadly yet While the child wailed you have done well as my ancestors "pacify peace and baubles to strangle your sons I must flee or fall. for the poor." in robes of disquiet One cannot fight the wind The parents lulled while preaching peace. the voices screaming. Their "Be silent be silent." Still I sat breath smells harsh. And I was silent as the and wondered I am alone. stars shattered before me. at the multiplicity of life. The darkness cast by supposed I watched it die today That in it's knowledge grows it's eyes diffusing the infinite contorations enveloping dead brain. spark of life limbs it should be so alike. Semi-conscious I stumble again immobile as ice Curse me or laugh to the precipice. and as it convulsed in it's Jest is curse reversed Looking down on infinity. death throes Yet opposites are more equal Pray that I have the courage I witnessed the life of men than likes. to crawl before I leap. The length of life is But do not lie. that of a bullet A lie incurs anger author: Marty Howerton 1974 The breadth of life And anger seperates is that of the trigger. Jest from curses.