Nick Flynn
It's not like his songs are going to simply evaporate,
but since the news I can't stop listening to him
on endless shuffle - familiar, yes, inside me, yes, which means
I'm alive, or was, depending on when you read this. Now
a song called "Sad Song," the last one on "Berlin,"
sung now from the other side, just talk, really, at the beginning, then,
the promise
or threat, I'm gonna stop wasting
my time, but what else
are we made of, especially now? A chorus
sings Sad song sad song sad song sad
song. I
knew him better than I new my own
father, which means
through these songs, which means
not at all. They died on the same day, O what a perfect day, maybe
at the same moment, maybe
both their bodies are laid out now in
the freezer, maybe side by side, maybe
holding hands, waiting
for the fire on the earth or the man or the salt…
if I could I'd let birds devour whatever's left
& carry them into the sky, but all I can do
it seems
is lie on the couch & shiver, pull a coat
over my body as if it were all I had, as if I
were the one sleeping outside, as if it were my
body something was leaving, rising up from inside me
& the coat could hold it inside
maybe a little longer.
(The New Yorker, 25/11/2013)
(The Day That Music Died - Don McLean)
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