He says,
Boy, you fill that page until everything inside of you is gone, gut yourself for the poem and the poem will grant you a swift death, you will be fast asleep by the time you know you are gone, you will dream of the summers of childhood, when you buried your face in fields of flowers and they held you like you always wanted somebody to, you will live forever here, you will wake at the center of everything, a black hole ******* in all light and keeping it in your chest, you will be the angel wheel in gods chariot, you will blaze across the sky in streaks of revolutionary red, you will be the harvest of promises made to the soil, you will come home wreathed in the laurels of glorious victory on the shoulders of your friends,
He says,
Boy, this may be killing you, but it's holding the whole **** world together
Boy, let them drink of your blood and be sated,
Boy, let them eat the contents of your soul and grow stronger for it
Boy, let them remember you in marble and gold
Boy, let the flowers grow over your grave
And when they hold you, don't ever let them go