Mark Lenover An Indelible Stain
I am rushing at a bullet
And the bullet's standing still
My heart's racing toward a precipice
That contracts as winter kills
I am offering my poverty
I am offering my name
I am offering my sympathy
And an indelible stain
I am rushing at a bullet
And the bullet's standing still
My heart's racing toward a precipice
That contracts as winter kills
I am offering my silhouette
My physical remains
My naked triviality,
And an indelible stain
