“Everybody knows that the boat is leaking.
Everybody knows that the captain lied.”
—Leonard Cohen, “Everybody Knows”
The news is hushed for days,
unlike every other scrap
that explodes, fragments, flashes
its way into grotesque distortion.
He snuck out just in time—
slipping through that crack
in the Universe
where the light gets through.
The seam is sealed shut again.
all around us
on the outside. Inside,
he shakes hands
with that Spanish guitarist
who taught him the flamenco sound
before killing himself.
Outside, we get to keep a record
of the voice that lured death and love
to waltz together past midnight’s hollow
to uncivilize the dawn. Inside,
Hank Williams finally replies:
“You know exactly how lonely it gets, Leonard.”