You fascinate me
Who do you think you are?
You’re sick. You’re beautiful.
You were the light at the end of my tunnel
I condemn that!
That train derailed and killed a thousand souls
I was each aboard
You were the engineer of my destruction
You switched tracks
You fool! You traitor!
Too weak to try, you tried so hard
So hard to hammer the nail
Thor and John Henry still speak of it
I hear they kept on talking until last May
You know, you hear them all the time
Some ghost on the road
Some hobo with a cardboard sign
The poor shall always be with you!
The wretched knock on your door
What else can I say?
Who in the depths of the underworld would know?
To the heights of heaven, no answer came to me
I am another prophet without honor
Let me take notes
These will be read a thousand years or more from now
Each line another recitation
Of another soul waiting for its triumph