With broken bloody eyes he looked at me
And stared at me.
With legs and hands so tightly squeezed
I could not see.
Then my arm ran up his arm
And lifted up the hairs.
Eye and eye were met then wet,
I hated to care.
And then a whisper in my ear,
Familiar and loud.
And then the walk I'm used to,
With him, on the ground.
Eye and arm and hand and blood,
All became one.
Love and life and hate and blood,
All became one.