Upon a crime
there was a thief who stole
everything
that touched his hands
He stole his name from the lips of his mother
and his great from the hole in his chest
and then he stole away to an unmade bed
He stole his words
then his religion
then he took what he could from oblivion
while watching the cars pass the only
intersection in town
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Upon a crime
there was a thief who stole
everything
that touched his hands
He stole his name from the lips of his mother
and his great from the hole in his chest
and then he stole away to an unmade bed
He stole his words
then his religion
then he took what he could from oblivion
while watching the cars pass the only
intersection in town
From the Green Book 2013-14
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