Ira Cohen—In Memoriam
What’s next? whispers Ira and becomes invisible
Scream no more, from unquenched fate
We’ll see you on the other side
A Jewish Shaman walks away
While the big flutes are silent,
The extinct cactus remains still
The bells are thunderstruck
Our holy man of the straw mats
Melts benignly into the molecular earth
After an endless battle with himself