I
there be no taste more bitter than time
hear me man I will never leave you
not even like a motherless child
and I will yet break you in
like a horse his whisperer
II
best I not watch you die
all turns upon it
like the moon its eclipses
III
and pity the child
who has to torch his fathers funeral pyre
in cadences of hope
IV
she had no name
and her father never knew her
he died praying she would fall off the edge of the planet
for to land on some better world
and leave her winters long behind
V
we all believe
we can be children again
even the worst of us
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