A spirit rose from the earth 
Slowly leaving... 
Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing 
Like dust in the night the prayers rise 
Under the sick image of Christ 
They talk to the nothingness 
Old wounds were never mended 

Something drops from the (autumn) leaves 
Again it rains: 
In a dry corner, salvation again declines 
Sleep like a skull in the hard ground 
Nothing for ears nothing for eyes 
Without a shadow, waiting for nothing 
The dark room, the moist tenement (of earth) 

The cold kiss of release, great light 
He was never man enough 
In a world of cruel faces 
He discovered that he was never man enough 
He discovered nothing 
Far above and beyond... 
All in the name of god 
The eyes refused to look ahead...