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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