In Response

I don’t want to say of course

You know I spent my days blaming broken legs

There was a dance on the street of course

I would but said you won’t

You’re naked under-clothed

It hurts to give up your sight

But you are blind if you won’t sacrifice

All that makes you invisible to me

Come proclaiming rites

Give the world what’s due, abandon inner lights

See the stairs, under feet of course

Sons to cloth be seen as jealously and greed

I know that you’re just passing time

But you are blind if you won’t sacrifice

All that makes you invincible to me