Words From The Executioner To Alexander Pearce

Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to go? Can you see the chariots Swinging low? Up over the huon pine and out to the snow How much treachery Can you possibly know Well the chaplain loves you Death row boys More than he loves me As though I have the choice You pour in from the trees You say an Irish boy should never Wear the hood But I wear it for you And you are here for me Tell me how are you coping Now that it's time to leave How can you burn more? You've been burning for years They assumed when you fled You were good as dead Was their indifference crueler Than your nothing to eat? How much of the venom Does a tiger snake eat? There are no whores in heaven No boys at your feet Tell me how do we taste? It's a curious place, a mountain To resort to customs of the sea Well your chaplain loves you Death row boys More than he loves me He abandons you to prayer Then turns so he won't see You standing alone As you were all along To descend fear first Abscond from the earth Alone We were meant to meet Your exile’s complete You're home