Hineni
When we were very young
We played and sang and loved your songs
And you have spoken to me ever since.
Half a lifetime later
And much too soon,
When my lovely, lovely sister’s
Wasted and mutilated body finally failed
She asked that you should sing her into the fire.
Your music has sounded throughout my life
And you have spoken wisdom to me.
The chords you played have pleased the Lord, Leonard;
May He be good to you
And in your heavenly mansion
May there be tea and oranges
And an unmade bed.
I wish you peace.
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