I Could

I could give all my goods and I could donate my blood. Yeah, I would be so good. But I find you see my mind, and you find, up to my will, I would still kill every man I meet. Bloodbed running red on through the street. I killed so many old men on subways; I seen the corpse-laden highway: It threw up a gutter-light on me.

It started on the Mekong Delta when the fog hung low and I said that Charlie got him with a bullet in the nose.

I'd make a song of heartache and mistakes. But my tongue's a poison snake. My blood is dead-light and empty-talking. Now: See: The weight high against me: I know now I'll never live; for I killed so many old men on subways; I seen the corpse-laden highway: It threw up a gutter-light on me.

HEAR WHAT I SAY. ALL MY BLOOD IS NOT ENOUGH.