When all should be done and gone, / he comes round again to see, / he can't keep himself away. /
He touches her hand and it starts again. / His work is an ugly mess. / He prods and it cries in pain. /
He kicks and it starts to scream. / He hurries away when she cannot see. / When all should be done
and gone, / he comes round again to see, / he can't keep himself away. / he touches her hand and it
/ starts again. / Moving so slowly, / droplets of kindness / that poison and choke / when this thing
should have died long ago. / The entrails are soft and warm, / this time it must be the end. / One
touch and it lives again. / He keeps it alive to be part of its pain / (and that's mercy. / And that's
compassion. / And that's being good friends in a crisis. / What's one corpse between friends?) / Oh
/ oh-oh-oh... / Leave it, boy. / Just leave it alone. / Stop scratching, or it'll never heal. / Just let it lie
in peace. / Get out of the way, /get out of the way, / the brakes cannot last for long. / He knows he
must let it go, / he knows but he keeps a hold. / He touches her hand and it / starts again. / Ah! /
Ah! / Ah! / Moving so slowly, / he drops it so gently, / urging its life / to a peak to torment it again!
