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For Leonard Cohen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Voice of the lonely

You were the bard

Of the famous blue raincoat

And the end of love

 

The growling conscience of the future

Poet of backroom drunks

And solitary hearts

Who walk the city streets

Alone with their longings

Nameless and reckless

 

You lived intensely

In the bareness of your white rooms

Distilling the marrow of desire

Maps of flesh

Tracked relentlessly

Tracing the lust and the hallelujah

On bended knee

 

Speaking aloud what we barely knew

But felt without words

Fedorad monk of debauchery

Drunken poet of grace

With your canticles of longing

And your irreverent grin

 

You found the crack in everything

And let the light shine in