I have heard the words
"Never in all my years"
But what I had seen
Was nothing to what I would hear
And what I could feel
His reputation went in front of him
Carrying a red flag
I couldn't be certain of his bowed head
Or even what he had meant it to be
But at first glance he had said
It's not easy fighting the twentieth century
I wanted to wash more than anything
You fool yourselves you are writers
You fool yourselves you are tellers of tales
I take apart what you put together
I stood somewhere between
The pa**ing of the deed
And his dreadful motion.
He stood as only a dead man could