Good Brothers
by Leonard Cohen

Vincent and Theo
I’ll dance with anyone
On your sunny graves
I’ll live in cornfields
Under tidal waves
Of crowstained sky
I’ll bellow looney sounds
To keep the crows away

Those who weep for you
Who tell tales of tragic art
I’ll overwhelm
With jawbones of solid light
Who wouldn’t give his cash
Or a lobe of flesh
For six good years of sun
I’d slice my mind
For half the chance

O good brothers
Your graves recoil like cannon
From the knees
Of mournful pilgrims
Sunbathers
Are what you need
With a taste for storms
And none for shelter
(May your yellow skeletons
Be forever happy
Chewing sunflower seeds).

Submitted by Ruth Baxendale

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