Black Angel's Death Song
The myriad choices of his fateSet themselves out upon a plateFor him to chooseWhat had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied countryAll covered with sleepWhere the black angel did weepNot an old city street in the eastGone to choose
And wandering's brotherWalked on through the nightWith his hair in his faceOn a long splintered cut from the knife of g.t.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawnUntil we said so longTo his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed andRed-lined with the timeInfused with the choice of the mindOn ice skates scraping chunksFrom the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor'sForgetting the painAntiseptic remains cool goodbyeSo you flyTo the cozy brown snow of the eastGone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forgetWhere you come fromThe stools of your eyesServe to realize fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluseFor the loss of a horseWent the bowels and a tail of a ratCome again, choose to go
And if epiphany's terror reduced you to shameHave your head bobbed and weavedChoose a side to be on
If the stone glances offSplit didactics in twoLeave the colors of the mouse trailsDon't scream, try betweenIf you choose, if you choose, try to loseFor the loss of remain come and start
Start the game i che che che che iChe che ka tak kohChoose to chooseChoose to choose, choose to go