When I went out to kill myself I caught a pack of Hoodlumsbeating up a manrunning to spare his suffering I forgot my name, my number How my day began How soldiers milled around the garden stoneand sang amusing songshow all that daytheir javelins measured crowds How I alonebargained the proper coinsand slipped away Banished from heaven I found this victimbeaten stripped kneedand left to crydropping aside my rope I ranignored the uniformsthen I remembered breadmy flesh had eatenthe kiss that ate my fleshflayed without hope I held that man for nothing in my arms