The first time I cried
as a man in my mother's arms
I always a**umed would be after losing life
or losing love, and I was right.
The first time I lied
to the face of someone I loved
I did so in hopes it was only for their good.
What man can say if it was right?
I've seen the war on TV screens and in my own decrees.
I've seen the end—it will begin with my own defeat.
The power lines
they arrived in 1889.
With them came a blade double-edged and sharp as knives.
And we all learned to swallow swords.
You can tell me that you knew
all along it wouldn't last
if you'll hold me.
I'm your child.