That drunkard, that ebullient hostage-taker of the self
Who you heard singing last night, in and out of beauty--

He took a bad step and fell through the ground.

He landed on a concrete slab in the middle of the sea
An island with no natives, a convicted crush of innocent souls
(All marred by the enemy of God)

He fetaled on the floor, effectively forsworn.

But lo, the silent forgiveness personified by mankind
Knew the time and the place of that *******'s heart
And filled it with light, and now

He makes for the bow, sees hope on the horizon.