You have pierced me with your dagger
and crushed me with your stone.
Red and dry blood dust am I –
powder of the wretched,
powder in the wind!
You have pierced me with your dagger
and crushed me with your stone.
Red and dry blood dust am I –
powder of the wretched,
powder in the wind!
Let me be the first
to blame you
for what I have done
Yeah, well. I’m not sure there was
much of a plan. Maybe just a
direction – or an earnest hope.
And you know how the wind is.