To what I once was I will return
Dust – the dirt under the colt
Maybe His feet will dangle low?
Wave the palms while they’re still green!
Here, take my coat to spread on the road
May His feet feel comfort from sackcloth
……“Who is this?”
………….“Who is this?”
I’d rather yell my answer from amidst the filth
Not seek clean shade under a temple table