Here I am a lonely man
In a desert replete with oases
Still I weep and drink my tears
Throat parched and scorched,
I am on my knees for a parley
My pardoner has withdrawn his pardon
I am in a dilemma
My stocky and fleshy mien waning
Into a ghost,
I am still alive
My bones more obvious than my flesh
I kneel here, a citizen
Doing my restitution for
Whatever crime and I say
My country forgive me.
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