Some days have elapsed
Untied, I walk the field
  Jim and I, with wooden cane
   Balance the copper revealed
Thus, my coin could never prevent
Her innocent moment at death
Wide, her pupils dragged in the world
And brought with them all I had left

I travel now with gold in hand
And walk this grain on high
I pay with homage to my fluorescent wife
Whom to my front, breathed out goodbye