No, I don’t know the man you seek. I’m not him. Someone was speaking with my mouth and moving my limbs. Don’t come near me; I wouldn’t trust you past Sunday. I saw you bite the hand that fed you. I saw you dance to your master’s accordion through the crooked streets. You set traps for me from your own cage as night fell from the sky. Just say one more stupid thing to me and drive the final nail in. You won’t like this: by the dark waters of Babylon my heart was blessed with a terrible song. I panicked to the other shore with other fragments of men. I saw the sun shining on a bare-branched tree clawing at the sky. Where do you prefer to be overthrown, here or back there?
