Barbarian II

And if I am an animal

I am one of the few that is self-destructive

I have chewed through my beautiful muscle

I have chewed through my beautiful narrative

To get out of Canada

And into your door

With my face against the wet gold leaves

I swing around

On the seat

Of my life

But sometimes

Sometimes

I'm a lamb I am a lamb

I'm just a lamb when I recall

How I asked you

Where you want to die

And you asked me

The name

Of the town where I was born

I am a barbarian, sometimes