“There’s no one left to blame. I’m leaving the table. I’m out of the game.”
— Leonard Cohen, September 21, 1934 — November 10, 2016, RIP
This is nightmarish.
My wife is crying next to me in bed,
listening to Leonard Cohen’s
Elegy for Janis Joplin–
racing the midnight train, all naked.
All day, reports from every corner
of this country — swastikas,
language we used to relegate
to neo-Nazi extremists
now showing up in dorm rooms,
in school bathrooms,
on mountaintops and on city buses,
“Build that wall” and “go back to Africa”
and “your time here is up.”
Lever-pullers who “didn’t mean for this
to happen,” see what you’ve unleashed?
The ones who voted for this didn’t care
about newspaper endorsements
or epic warnings. No, instead
they cheered at his rallies
or said we’re not bigots, we just want
a better America.
I was so naive, thinking we’d dance
each other to the end of love.
I really did!
As I draw the next breath forcing myself
to fill up all of the space
this body allows,
I stare blankly, unable to say anything
pretty or redemptive. We will play
cover after cover
of Hallejujah and Chelsea Hotel,
we will say we didn’t ask for it
to be darker, no no we didn’t want it
darker but he knew, he was
ready, my lord. He was ready
and I can only think
that today, day two
pushed him over the edge he’d been
I hope a million of his songs
are floating upwards to the sky
tonight. Some kind of send-off.
A grateful goodbye.
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