Performance – he and you and what to do when shadows pull wings of death across the graves of ages made of stone and crucifixes and into seas of snowstorms anguish.
The performance crew of you and all that’s left of pain that swamps the stage with bloody clothes and masks of river rain
To be alive again and not to live; to be given life without its gift
It was strange, strange, strange performance that you gave
It was a strange, strange, strange farewell you made