Darkness closes its fist
over the season, November rain
clamps down the sky,
summer’s cumulus gone.
One by one, the great voices
leave us—shards spun
from the sun,
the mind’s borealis aflame.
When shadows are hip deep,
how do we keep walking?
Will grief leave its breadcrumb trail
out of the forest? How will we sing
when we can’t even cry?
Holy voices, strike flint
in my marrow, lend your breath
to a starving flame.
Teach us the shattered Hallelujah,
that we may fling its broken body
in the face of nights too callous
to hear our shattered prayers.
©2016 / 2017 Sean Arthur Joyce
 David Bowie, musician, actor, artist, 1947–2016.
 Leonard Cohen, poet, musician, 1934–2016.
 Keith Emerson, keyboard player/composer for Emerson, Lake & Palmer, 1944–2016.
 Chris Squire, bass player & founding member of the band Yes, 1948–2015.