The Distance, Busy With Shadows

In heaps they were

The dead stacked high

I crept and sang among them

Black was I, yet bent to it;

God and I had shunned them

It fell at my feet

No!

It didn't just come to me to heal its wounds

I will kiss it

It is within me now.

I feel the birth of doom

And the fruit of my body,

Stares right out of this room