AUGUST 13, 1975
Black cave into which I wander,
Sudden darkness into which I walk,
What is this voice calling ahead?
An ancient memory is touched.
A hidden vision of demons
Who scream for the blood of the just
And prepare the tongs and the rack
To tear the hearts from those
Who weep with other’s weeping
And bleed with other’s bleeding.
O Ancient Enemy!
O Voice that is the lie to kill
In battle always have we been joined.
Again I go to meet you.
I go into the darkness ahead.