Curses I send on these countless men Curses on their trespasses and will they never end? Curses on their blades, on the spare and open lanes Once I've been searching for recipe acclaim (?) Curses on their children running all around Making such a business while I'm resting in the ground I might rise up to meet them when they leave this life I might rise up to eat them when they leave this life Curses on this valley and the lands on up ahead I was on my way to meet them when they found me dead And I clapped my brittle hands and I made them join my game Now I hope they all decease in merriment and shame Curse every word that's planted on their lips Curse the sleek machines and their iron-colored ships Curse every wave that pounds their wicked shore Curse every salesman knocking on their door And I am not a creature and I am not a dog I have no claim to be there in the evening fog And I am not a bone staring through the air I have no say in anything, my tongue is barely there Curses on curses, I see no other way Some of them are weeping and some of them are gay Some of them have wounds so deep, they feel no pain Curses on their fingers and curses on their brain