Coda Di Lupo

When I was little, I fell in love with everything, I ran after the dogs
and from March to February, my grandfather watched over
the flow of horses and oxen
about my business, about your business

and never believe in the English god.

And when I had two hundred moons and maybe one too many
I stole the first horse and they made me a man
I changed my name to 'Wolf's Tail'
I traded my pony for a mute horse

and never believe in their losing god.

And it was in the night of the long star with a tail
that we found my grandfather crucified on the church
crucified with forks used for dinner
he was dirty and clean with blood and cream

and never believe in their greedy god.

And maybe I was eighteen and didn't smell like a snake anymore
I had a crowbar, a hat, and a slingshot
and one gala night with a pointed stone
I killed a tuxedo and stole it from him

and never believe in the god of the ladder.

Then we returned to Brianza for the opening of the bison hunt
took the breath and urine test
explained the mechanism by an Andalusian poet
- For the bison hunt - he said - The number is closed.

And never believe in a happy ending God.

And I was already old when near Rome at Little Big Horn
short hair general spoke to us at the university
about the blue brothers who buried the axes
but we didn't smoke with him, he didn't come in peace

and never believe in a god who kisses ass.

And now that I've burned twenty children on my bridal bed
that I've unloaded my anger in a photo studio
that I've learned to fish with hand grenades
that they've carved me in tears on Trajan's arch
with a glass spoon I dig into my story
but I hit a bit randomly because I no longer have memory

and never believe in a breathless god.