FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH Nov. 7/84 Karl Rigelhof

Take this knife of inquisition
And thrust it into the depths of my soul
To scrape away the (accumulated) dirt
And spread it upon these open pages
For all the savour

Take this mask of withered flesh
And stretch it across these cracked/broken bones
To hide from the pain and (the) hurt
And smile in the face of adversity
For all to devour

Take this empty shell of a man
And pour into it a glimpse of hope
To cleanse the wounds of this scorched desert
And etch this oasis upon my mind
For all to conquer

Take this torch of liberty
And light it with the fire of broken hearts
To burn the flame of love for what it\'s worth
And thaw the frost of this cold winter
For all to ignite/smother