Red Harvest - In The Nursery

But what I had seen was nothing

To what I would hear and what I could feel

His reputation went in front of him

Carrying a red flag

I couldn’t be certain of his bowed head

Or even what he had meant it to be

But at first glance he had said

It’s not easy fighting the twentieth century

I wanted to wash more than anything

You fool yourselves you are writers

You fool yourselves you are tellers of tales

I take apart what you put together

I stood somewhere between

The passing of the deed

And his dreadful motion

He stood as only a dead man could