Your tears come
To you now
At once like hungry dogs
The world's on fire
They keep taking away your future
Like your driver's license
They don't want you back on the road
Statistics: live barbed wire
Around your genitals
And you, who no longer separate
The red heart
From the breaking one
You, whose living they can't explain
You grow unmistakably
Solidly round
Like Buddha
For Richard was written by Annea Lockwood.