The longer I crawl this earth
the more my pleasures shrink...

For youths who survive and win:
may you raise your children...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

Surrounded by refugees a boy sits
cutting diamond wings from Mylar...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

So long it's been since I felt the same hands
upon my soul for longer than two moons...