And all the want divides me,
like a centrifugal greed-
carrying off my heart
to desire in the dreary.
And the woods with a single clearing,
there are silver wolves with teeth,
they\'re gnawing at the goodness
that\'s inherent inside me.
Oh,
Golden blood all smeared in grass
drenching loam in liquid chrome
and foster me a newer soul,
since this one\'s gone and broke!