Once, I strode the desert whole in twenty shallow steps.
And after all the crops were reaped,
I climbed my horse and left.
I left the desert far behind, my lips a gnarled smile.
Among the hills, I turned green to Ash,
And then floated down the Nile.
I stopped in Mississippi then, and marched South through the marsh.
And though the folks, they learned my name,
They cursed it after dark.
I wade a thousand miles out, the salt licks at my wounds.
And when I dive, the monsters weep
as I howl laughter at the moon.
Once there was a small, sad boy. He stopped me to ask “why?”
And in my eyes, the fire grinned
As I raised my hammer high.
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