Well I stepped into an avalanche it covered up my
soul
when I am not this hunchback that you see I sleep
beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain you must learn learn to
serve me well
You strike my side by accident as you go down for your
gold
The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither
starved nor cold
he does not ask for your company not at the centre
the centre of the world
When I am on a pedestal you did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare
I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which
you stare
You who wish to conquer pain you must learn what makes
me kind
the crumbs of love that you offer me they're the
crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here it's just the shadow
shadow of my wound
I have begun to long for you I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you I who have no need
You say you've gone away from me but I can feel you
when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not
poor
you don't love me quite so fiercely now when you know
that you are not sure
it is your turn beloved it is your flesh that I wear