I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun
whistling a hangman's tune with head held high,
swinging my gun
I say this little boy is angry
I say this little boy is mad
This little boy comes to destroy, stone eyed, hard faced,
in swathes of vengeance clad
And the black cock crows
and a dead wind blows
In my wake are seven women who tried to steal my soul
In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl
from their foul hole
I say no earthly will may stop me
I say no earthly will may try
No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds
and tears from grieving eyes
And the black cock crows
and a dead wind blows
Below me burn the city lights like fires of pearls and jewels
I'm climbing down the city walls, unseen, unfussed -
the sentries must be fools
I say all pleasantries are over
I say all pleasantries are past
My enemies you pimps and thieves prepare to meet
your nemesis at last !
London March 1998
On "A Rock In The Weary Land"