Vic Chesnutt is one of my favorite poet-singers. Here's a short poem I wrote when he died in 2009. And here's me today covering his song "Lucinda Williams" from the 1992 album West of Rome. It's just a crude iPhone recording but I had fun belting this anthem out.
The steel and cloth of a man
is what's left.
Bereft.
A wheelchair and clippings.
Woodgrain and shavings.
Clipped wings still can't fly after passing,
can't beat at the honeyed air,
or slice at the earth,
inspire sweet relief or despair.
The gnarl and rail
don't come from the casket.
But none of us ask for it.
None of us asked for it.
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