Like a paper uncrumpled
And the wrinkled words read
Like the blood of a martyr
That’s been poured on my head
A basket unwoven
(So artfully made)
Is wet by the rain
It’s colors to fade
Oh split the great atom
Let the bright power flow
Beyond my poor life
Consuming my soul
Beyond my weak vision
Beyond all that I know
And I will stand naked
In the green fields of need
To cut my dear soul
To see if I bleed
To cut my one soul
To watch as it bleeds
And the wrinkled words read
Like the blood of a martyr
That’s been poured on my head
A basket unwoven
(So artfully made)
Is wet by the rain
It’s colors to fade
Oh split the great atom
Let the bright power flow
Beyond my poor life
Consuming my soul
Beyond my weak vision
Beyond all that I know
And I will stand naked
In the green fields of need
To cut my dear soul
To see if I bleed
To cut my one soul
To watch as it bleeds
