By river and rail
And land and sea,
Jumpin’ through the grasses
‘N’ brittle, gold weeds,
In the hunger of the
Night ‘neath the full moon’s
Glow, in the valley of the
Shadow, deep
In puddles down low,
With the whipping of
The wind laced in arctic
Gale, ‘cross the belly
Of a desert, crawling
Quiet and pale, under cover of
Crushed leaves weighted
Down in coat of moss–
Running
Breathless, hurry
From that charred
And blazing cross–
I am lost! I am lost!
I am forever lost.