// Your Moment Now//

This is your moment now.

I give you the knowledge

to distinguish between

what is holy and what is common.

I touch you with a recollection of your grief.

Here you are again, little priest.

Bring your heart back to its place.

Looks like we won’t be making love at all

Too many people watching us

Looks like we won’t be meeting at the grill

Too many people touching us

Grease up your ass

Let’s tear our love to pieces

Your beauty won’t be anything

when I take off my glasses

Is that what they’re singing in the dungeons now?

Is that the jingle muttered as slaves touch themselves?

It is, O adventurous inspector of the semen’d cells,

it is what they’re singing.

Leonard Cohen, Death Of A Lady’s Man