The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And wandering's brother Walked on through the night With his hair in his face On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T. The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long To his skull-shrill yell Shining brightly red-rimmed and Red-lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind On ice skates scraping chunks From the bells Cut mouth bleeding razor's Forgetting the pain Antiseptic remains cool goodbye So you fly To the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget