Billings, MT USA
Tell me the world, when my bones lie whitening
Amid the last homes of youth and eld,
That there was once one whose veins ran lightening,
No eye beheld.
And tell how trampled, derided,
And worn by weakness, disease, and
She fled for shelter to God, who
her soul with song-
Tell how this Nameless, condemned for
To herd with demons from hell
Saw things that made her, with
groans and tears, long
For even death.