THE MAN IN GREEN

The man in green marched on
with a mile left to live
and one song left to sing
to the wanton rays of the lustful sun

The man in green fell down
with one step left to take
and one word in his breath
to thirsty skies and searing sands

The man in green raised one hand
the other on his belted gun
his fingers yelled it out
"Volo, non valeo"

The man in green sang his song
without a melody
just a dance
...quiet
...short