For Yakov

For my friend L.G. Corey, aka Yakov Lieb HaKohain,
who has left the world a lonelier place.

You were king of the mountain,
you old fart,
and so you should have been:
poet, teacher of Kabbalah,
and friend.
We had our difficult moments,
but still,
I looked up to you,
and learned from you.
I would happily fight with you now,
if I only could.
Shalom, Yakov,
may your portion be good.