November 7th

A billionaire was elected president

Leonard Cohen died this morning

And Tom Waits is playing on the radio

Four sheep were slaughtered yesterday

The dog smelled the blood on my clothes

And lately every time I hold a friend

It feels like we're at a funeral

Maybe we are

It could be for Leonard Cohen

Or for the country

Or for the sheep

Kicking their way to the stars 

As they opened like

Erupting Volcanos