with apologies to bob dylan.

and as he walked on, ever on, he saw scorched souls crying out in silence, he saw wrestling emotions nakedly duelling, he saw those souls blown up on easter, he saw deaths faces, and he felt invisible. he saw himself and he was in pieces. blown to bits of smouldering flesh in belgium, baghdad, baluchistan, benin, he saw humanity crumble, greedy man, almost always man, he saw man scavenging on a savaged planet, he saw too much, he saw no more.