Death listened to the preaching inconsistent
morality preached hasty through the wind distant
the preaching of morality listens through death
it is the death which hears and the death which listens
the other speaks endlessly with impermanent voice
which the space of a breath takes from the wind distant
who listens and hears mutely and in breathless pants
the smell of this good preaching up above my time
it's my preaching and my death my morals and time
my grimy smell the smell of my dying moments
since this day I kill and I pray inconsistent
the death of my morals taken on winds distant
