(Regarding Leonard Cohen and his final album)
we want it darker
so darker he speaks
in that spine-tingling
basso profondo
that crackles and creaks
a sound-chamber crypt
hopeless poetry
killing the flame
of a life aptly slipped
between passion and pain
a personal scripture
a lyrical dirge existential
melodically slain
by a choir-backed
musical hospice
to solemnly comfort a
deep smoky chanting
one powerful word
lifted up in refrain
hineni hineni
the end’s in the room
all is ready each bone
every note unafraid
tilted full at time’s tomb