In a knapsack of bitter life
I
Brought the message of unity from rivers
And the message of separation
From winds as a gift ;
In the boundless glorious expanse of thought,
Upon my lofty peak of heart
A lifetime
I sat alone wit
myself
There
In blood.
In fire ,
I learned
The big secret of existence,
I learned how to die,
I learned
To record
the time of my life's death with my own hand .
Alas , O ancient listener!
In this narrow cage
You are not awake;
Your heart
Beats in the closed fists of a stranger.
You are not awake so that I can tell you
How and where you must die.
