You are your own man.
You take care of yourself.
You are your own man.
Don’t bother nobody.
You are your own man.
No way to go except your own.

No one knows.
Some things you have to face alone.


A strong man erect,
clad in blue clothes, advancing,
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
A gun on your shoulder,
sunburnt face and hands,
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
With well-gristled body
you march to the front,
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
With a knife in the belt at your side.
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.

Now held together by sinews
and splinters and mud.
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
The only part that’s still
white is your belly.
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
You shit and you shit
‘til your insides are gone.
Tarrula, tarrula, tarray.
You watch the others fall
Like leaves in wintry weather.


Everyone knows:
Longing and belonging
are not the same.
You can’t own what doesn’t exist.
You never go home in the world.

There’s no flesh in you.
Light fills you up.
You have to face some things alone.
Don’t look for me
until you see me
where you are.

eve beglarian

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