It came to me again returned
The empty black token of lifelessness
This time in the shirt with the Roman collar
Worn by a protester on my front lawn

Three of the aggrieved had entered my house
A woman and her two daughters speaking in tongues
Their hair the same glossless black
And beyond I saw the milling black-clad throng

Come to exact retribution
To administer justice
For my blasphemies
To draw me resistless again to death