But I'm a not a cosmopolitan I come from the land forever red-shirted Back then forth, on a lifeless pendulum Grooming more aliens Their last frontier, our crop fields And I wasn't born in purple But got blood on my face Morally ostracized, I'll never be one of them So I crashed the cast Stole the cameras And drew a larger picture They rebuked the barbarian at the gates And they were so many of them With walls of motion Impregnable gray rocks I've wintered so close though The tunnels ran to my door The night workers' bus right at the corner From my camp, I tasted the city lights And I gave up This must have been my fate I fled to the septentrional island, that wasn't the bed of my breath And the banner was bright And winter barely nipping