Can't move can't speak can't think to wonder
why that's so. Song says I still
believe, can't think of what, who
that might be. Their faces gather

blackness, can't be seen. Song says I
and I and I. It sounds like cry,
like someone crying in the woods
by Stewart Park (the dirty woods, let me

be filthy, stain me, let the bones
come together, bone
to its bone and tainted too):
like someone crying but he has

no eyes no ears no mouth no
voice to speak of.