Final Voyage

     

      Between the ocean and your open vein…

                           between the sailboat and the drain.

—Leonard Cohen, “Love Calls You By Your Name” (1967)

 

In his beginning

was the word

and the wind

made his flesh

to sail among us.

 

He sailed our lives,

brigantine of a man,

brave in whirlwind,

an Aeolian beast

in chasing tailwind, unleashed.

 

But with bloodied soul

of an albatross, he sailed past

into grim headwinds

in a sea story so windy

the course is lost.

 

In his end

was the wind

and the wind

made his flesh

to sail away, away.

 

in memoriam Beau Cutts

 

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