I once was a weaker soldier
hanging in the war
But I left like an ape folded neatly in four
And silently played for
a moment slow and blared
On a sandalwood bust I had
Where was the field
where I had pressed another down
I had revealed myself by crying and shouting
I turned away from that and into this
Black kettle of warm milk
I have not been feeling the same
I am not fit, not fit to carry your name
I am not fit,
and I am not willing to go on
Sold down the lane in a way to restrain
You from calling her name
and then regretting
If you say what you own,
you are always alone
Then why postpone the good deal?
We are those who break laws
when the cold body thaws
Who prefer breaking jaws
but must lower ourselves
Unfit though we are to
help you get very far
Still we would never mar
your rightful due
I have not been feeling the same.
I am not fit to carry your name.
I am not fit and I am not willing to go on.
It was noon before she moved
into the yards
and pressed her hair with a hand
yellowed smooth and shaking
She had pulled on a house dress
over nothing but her skin
And stood in the cross looking about her
Your breath in here
and you've breathed of me
My girl here, she loves you,
she'll take you upstairs
Call on me later, much later in life
But do me a favor and
leave her up there
I have not been feeling the same.
I am not willing to carry your name.
I am not here and I am not
going to be there.
You