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