My heart, it burns
In tall and dying grass,
And wind, it gives
The fire living chance
To spread consuming flames
Across this field
Where once this barren ground
Did blossoms yield,
And trees gave shade
To creatures great and small
That now are hanging on
A hunter’s wall;
But in them all the grievance
I did claim,
I grieve for claiming them
By other names.
And in my shameful tears
I only dream
That I shall weep enough
To rain a stream,
And douse these flames
To quench this thirsty place;
To no more all those living things
Displace.
So leave me be to cry
Upon my knees,
And let the pain run deeper
Than I please;
For all that matters now
Is life complete-
That living should remain
So bittersweet.
