For all the times
you tied me to a stake
or cast me on the waters,
watching as I drowned....

For all the times
you chased me from the land
or put me on a boat or met me
on the mountaintop...

For all the times
you wielded you sword,
never minding who you killed,
then sat stoic with no reason...

I have nothing to offer,
no more words to say, no more
tears to cry, no more debts to pay,
no more questions why…

No more wishing for hello
and there will, of course, as usual
be no mercy of goodbye.
still i am I for all the times.