‘Show Me the Place’ by Leonard Cohen

Lights of Dunedin through silver-grey fog gauze 
	the car’s engine purring 
	a mammalian bead of light 
 
and white condensation-windows, 
	like I’m Rose and you’re Jack 
except there’s no disaster, just Cohen on the radio 
 
his brassy declarations of love 
	making shapes in the car-light 
and my head bending to the curve of your side. 
 
	Your face is impossibly well-shaped 
you are evidence against the dysteleological argument. 
 
	In fact you are so lovely  
that the world ending would be okay 
and we could watch it together from here, 
 
black bowl of night around the car windows 
	an endless absence of sunlight 
slowly concealed by white breath.