I – I am walking through a field and I see a man’s brain explode.  Grey matter scattered, a dandelion burst into the wind.  I’m in a field where dark blue scarecrows trample Spring to death, while all around the air bursts with Murder’s racket. A soldier screams, points his rifle and, weeping like a little girl, drops it on the prairie sod.  The soldier’s hit and looks relieved.  He dances, laughs, he blows a kiss, spits lead pellets into his hand and floods his palm with rubies.  He falls, empty-headed. An Indian takes his sandy hair and throws it away later.

Now,
There is coffee,
There is eggs,
Beef fried in oil,
Bacon and bread,
But first there is sky.

Now,
A bird sings,
Crickets whirr,
Dog on the doorstep,
Frogs on the pond,
But first there is sky.

There are fields to be tilled,
Seed that needs planting,
Grain to be milled,
But first there is sky.

Always first there is sky,
God's eye -
Bloodshot with lighting,
Or blinded by cataract clouds,
We pray for His tears,
And fear we will drown down here
Beneath the indiscriminate sun,
God's eye -
Always first there is sky ...

Imprisoned I, alas.
Ah, but never pity me
For I am all the rains of Paradise,
Am thunderhead and sky,
The four winds are my fairy limbs;
I am the weather where you are.
And I am Fancy’s flight:
The darkest arts, bright sciences,
All fusioned are, and centrifugally bound
By oceans, by stars, by electricity - in me.

Meanwhile, we got to make a pleasant life for ourselves.  Men have a better chance at it is all – men have all the fun, burning, raping, pillaging, devouring each other all the time, all over the world you can see it, indiscriminate-like.  They’ve no regard for the value of their own lives or anyone else’s for that matter.  No judgment at all about when and how to kill and who to kill and why. Men kill, and most of the time they don’t eat whatever it was because they’re too busy looking to kill the next thing.  It’s sport to them.  Not necessity.  And certainly never craft.

The Love can change hearts.  It changed mine.  And I’m a little more like other people now.  I got something to lose.  I got a life worth taking. And, if that’ll bring you some sweet relief, I say “take it.  Take my life.”