He was a man in a maze
who
loved to fight and argue with God,
who
wasn’t afraid to take issue
with
prohibitions and guilt
and
throw it all back in his face,
as
it were.
Good
for him.
And
there was his love of Marianne
and
Tangled Up in Blue,
the
one that got way,
but
not really, not for good.
You have to admire
the
kiss savored for decades
and
sex as a sacrament
that
keeps the universe
from
spinning apart.
Good for him.
At
the end,
he
signed his treaty
with
the Great Whatever
and
asked to be dealt out of the game.
He
had ponied up the lyrics
that
were as fluid and sacred as wine.
Good
for him.
At
the end,
he
felt the dark night pulling him,
and
his songs, his priests,
his
hallelujah hosts
had
blessed a world with sin,
and
whether he knew it or not
had
said it’s alright to be who you are.
All
I have to say about any of it
is
good for him.
~William Hammett
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