The Legend

The Outcry Is Stuck in My Throat

But the Time Has Come and You Cry Or You Don't

But Then Somebody Won't Forget the Warriors

Who Were Cleansing Their Swords On the Grass

And the Raven's Black Tribe Clapping G Their Wings

And the Sky Was Laughing and Then Bit Its Tongue

And the Hands of the One Who Survived Were Trembling

And the Moment Suddenly Became the Eternity

The Sunset Burnt Like a Funeral Fire

And Stars Were Gazing Like Wolves Frome Clouds

At Those Who Passed Into the Night and Were Lying With Their Arms Abreast

And At Those Who Survived and Were Sleeping Dreamless

Don't Blame Me...

Eric Wincentsen "Greetings From the Humungous-

[email protected] the Lord Humungous!"

Glendale Community College, -the Road Warrior

Glendale, Arizona

I Didn't Vote For Slick Willy!