letra de a poem by jim thompson - shep and me
a while ago as i sat here
counting the cracks in the floor
trying to blot out the future
forget all that happened before
i heard a baby crying
and i saw a face i’d known
but the kid was dead
so the voice and head
were crying there alone
wailing in infinte sorrow
sucking on it’s fingertips
till nothing was left but the marrow
and the feelbly gnawing lips
but maybe it’s the wind kid
maybe it’s the wind
a devil and a bearded saint
came throught the door at me
the devil had a smoky taint
and the saint a golden key
and the devil laughed and said to him
“i keep all whom i take,”
and he bound me there
to that very chair
with a ten foot rattle snake
yeah maybe it’s the wind kid
that aching hungry breeze
that busts all h-ll loose through the lid
with one contagious sneeze
yeah, or could it be the woman’s scream
as the club comes down on her back?
or the starving hounds
at the grassy mounds
where the dead fight off attack
or the gasps for breath
where the rope brings death
and the fire turns the bodies black
or the bad men, sad men
glad and mad men that rape and murder and sack
where the bombs explode
and the sh-lls erode
where the sinned against have sinned
yeah, maybe it’s the wind kid
maybe it’s the wind
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