I could not save the black man

I could not save the black man

We make the world a better spot,

we sweat, we bleed, we die.

We plant the seeds into the pot,

we water, hope, and try.

The crimson dusks, the snowball games,

drawing on foggy panes,

the cheap and priceless time we spend,

investing, at no cost...

They weren't meant for us, you see,

they weren't meant for me.

His neck was an artesian well,

sang martial triumph songs.

We are at peace, I am in Hell,

each right where he belongs.

The clumsy making of the love,

innocent morning smiles,

the pointless walks, and watching doves,

the touch of piano tiles...

They weren't meant for us, you see,

they weren't meant for me.

Some other man rebuild the land

over my pretty waste.

When he arrives, lend him your hand

let him glance at your waist.

Gratuitous, ignorant fault,

its beauty's not for me.

For mine's the steel and the salt,

the curse of stark causality.

I could not save the black man, no.

I had to put him down.

I saw no other way to go.

the cost: my soul and crown.