Field Commander Cohen

Field commander cohen,

he was our most important spy.

Wounded in the line of duty,

Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,

Urging fidel castro to abandon fields and castles.

Leave it all and like a man,

Come back to nothing special,

Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,

and Silver bullet suicides,

And messianic ocean tides,

And racial roller-coaster rides

And other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

I know you need your sleep now,

I know your lifes been hard.

But many men have fallen

Where you promised to stand guard.

I never asked but I heard that you

cast your lot along with the poor.

Have I overheard your prayer,

That you be this and nothing more

Than just some grateful faithful womans

favourite singing millionaire,

The patron saint of envy and the grocer of despair,

Working for the yankee dollar.

I know you need your sleep now

I know your life's been hard

But many men are falling

Where you promised to stand guard

Ah, lover come and lie with me,

if my lover is who you really are,

And be your sweetest self awhile

until I ask for more, my child.

Then let the other selves be wrong,

yeah, let them manifest and come

Till love is pierced and love is hung,

Til every taste is on the tongue

And every kind of freedom done, then oh,

Oh my love

Oh my love, oh my love, oh my love.