He walks in the wind and rain 

Maybe he is looking for his child.

In imagination he tolds him safe

From crack-houses on the corner

He thinks he holds him safe,

But he doesn't

Even know his son's face

Was bitten so deep

By a knife and by a claw

That is a sign of ownership

By the ever-feared gang-master

His song is short and maladjusted

Heads or tail? 

Nebulas explode

Destroying civilizations we can never comprehend

Something called the star of David

Followed by three wise men

Many colourful flowers are spead like a fluttering

Blanket on the beach;

All effervescence of out of reach

My mother has

many a robe to spare

In dry leaves

the wind whispers!