(For Leonard Cohen)
How can
the man be gone
While
the basso rumbles on
Still touching tender places as it
Slips through hidden spaces seeking to enlighten
And bemoan
While he prays to be forgiven
As he reaches for forbidden
Sweets tight cupped between
A rolling stone
And his hallelujah chorus
Will forever be there for us
We will not forget (who can?)
The poet, he’s our man.
