And who is this figure,
Talking,
Talking to find his voice,
With his body,
Not as fragile
That big, ol’ body –
Praying to be felt,
With them big, ol’ shoulders,
That don’t quite fit,
Hanging,
And dangling around,
‘Cept the words,
Them big, ol’ words
– what about them?
Well, words,
They’re just words.
