You Want It Darker

you want it darker

you want Leonard

singing it near death

ragged and deep

you want voices

in empty cathedrals

altos and basses

prophets and mystics

oboes and cellos

storms and eclipses

you want a tattooed muse

phases of the moon

collarbone to collarbone

quoting Yeats you want

another chance

to be eighteen

and at the end

you want no end to want