Curses I send 

on these countless men

curses on their trespasses

will they never end?

curses on their blades

on the spare and open lanes

once I've been searching

recipe acclaim (??)

curses on their children

runnin all around

makin such a business

while I'm rusting in the ground

I might rise up to meet them

when they leave this life

might rise up to eat them

when they leave this life



curses on this valley

and the lands on up ahead

I was on my way to meet them

when they found me dead

and I clapped my brittle hands

and I made them join my game

now I hope they all decease

and marry a man in shame



curse every word

that's planted on their lips

curse the sleek machine

and their iron colored ships

curse every wave that

pounds a wicked shore

curse every salesman 

knocking on their door



and I am not a creature

and I am not a dog

I have no claim to be there

in the evening fog

and I am not a bone

staring through the air

have no say in anything

my tongue is barely there



curses on curses

I see no other way

some of them are weeping

and some of them gay

some of them have worn

so deep they feel no pain

curses on their fingers

curses on their brains