The Leaving Song
"They're lining up the prisoners And the guards are taking aim I struggle with some demons They were middle class and tame I didn't know I had permission To murder and to maim You want it darker." - Leonard Cohen (You Want It Darker) Perhaps this is just a feeling and not something that can be written down. A moment of softness that one tries to move away from as quickly as possible for fear that it might be interpreted as fragility or vulnerability. Some sort of admission that the ground is shaky and the compass needle is having a momentary crisis. One of those, in which, if you allow yourself to think, you realise that it started before you were even here. There are things that we pull into today that we didn't even realise we were ever attached to. I am shown videos of a man I used to live with a decade ago. He is alive and happy. Playing with his grandkids. Walking his dog. Holding his wife. From what little I knew of this man, he was one of a rare breed. Ex