My core is of metal
My heart is of fleece
My brain is at war
But my mind is at peace
I have come here to teach
But I still feel a student
For only in forgotten tongues
Am I fluent
And all I remember
Has not come to pass
And all I have learned
Was unlearned after class
Because knowledge is power
But none of it real
Except the textile's
Unfortunate wheel
And in this exile
I dwell on her still
Still enslaved to the loom
And the field, and the whip
Still bound to the chains
Of my Amistad ship
And if conscience is clear
Then my guilt is the sea
Now for her I drown
In this humanity
So perhaps I may save us
A dance in Elysium
A single mere taste
Of her garden of Eden
The one I have wandered
Alone in the skies
As her waterfalls poured
From my mystified eyes
Her celestial voice
Whispered into my ear
Ven conmigo mi amor
You have nothing to fear
Then she made me a man
With the soul of a beast
And together we dined
On love's bountiful feast