Could you be crueler than you are? --Punching holes in my iron skin Transposing your dilemmas onto The rough and ragged stigma In my soul's vast range of Emblemic and unpolished statues De...
The Earth was ice and mud And he wrote "Blood" With a stick At the throat Of a river And snarled at the Trees and wind "Lord, Please Forgive Her Forgive Me Forgive Us ...