Loose the dogs of war
if you must
but be sure
they will turn on heel
and you will suffer the bite
faster than any pigeons
I ever set free
come home to roost
Two weeks before Leonard Cohen died
I sat down in my chair and tried
to write a poem to his Hallelujah
Instead I wrote a vignette of
an American family torn apart
by greed and religion
and abandoned by love
We don’t suffer fools’ so lightly
Eulogise the things we’ve seen
Stay out late at pubs on Sunday
Fuelled by red wine and caffeine
On the first day, we met in the baggage hall of the regional airport
You’d flown in from your place, and me from mine. You arrived first.
I saw you across the carousel, bag in hand. I’d missed you so much
We embraced, careful not to show affection in strangers’ company
You were thirsty, we got orange juice, then we caught a green cab.
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