Hang me now by morning light, string me up to die
As they throw a passing look, see me glance good-bye
With no shake and no shiver I speak through the dust
My outlet worn pastel
"What thou dost, do quickly, and what you do, do well."
Veil me now by noon-time heat, hang me out to dry
And I'm no Christ; no saving-one. No, I've come here to lie
Come to shake my head, to bare my teeth
To be seen now as beast
If I soon untwine may my soul soon find peace
See me now by moon-lit night, come to paint the sky
By the stroke of a brush I leave this plane with my vision set on high
Streaks of red and white on my golden hide;
A portrait locked of late
And as they lay my body down, this portrait I berate