Psalm #3, After Sunset
Goodnight to the West—my sorrow is the moon.
Give me a heart of flesh, and take my heart of stone.
I know I’ve asked for less—that embers should wax cold.
Give me a heart of flesh, and take my heart of stone.
Vivisect my chest—crack the sternum bone.
Give me a heart of flesh, and take my heart of stone.
Hurt me, if you must—the East will come too soon.
Give me a heart of flesh, and take my heart of stone.