A Scar is What Happens When the Word is Made Flesh.” ― Leonard Cohen, The Favorite Game

…When the flesh has a name

It teasingly forgets

That you also have a name

And all becomes unlived

As if a stay in bed

To miss the sunrise

…When the flesh has a name

It hides its own scars

To surprise the hopeful

And all becomes new again

To last the space of a good-bye

And miss a lonely sunset

…But that name comes back

As flesh, scar and poem

To remind you one night

That you still

Have a name

November 26, 2017