Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit Lyrics

Cold filial finger

Prick my heart no longer

With thy incessant nail

I can hasten my step no further

Seasons and moons have passed

Silent and hidden from the busy traveler

They have passed full in flavor

Billowing with the air of birth

The air of birth

They have passed

And you have not

A generation of bones

Have formed in the warm womb

Of motherhood

And decayed

The dusty remains

In the lone sepulcher

The bones on which children cut their teeth

Have been barren

Prodigies unnamed

Have contributed their verse and time has turned the page

And yet you are still

By my side

How much more can I endure?

How much more can I create?

From Genesis to Revelation

I have exhausted

My abysmal wells of discontent translated into art

And of creative imagination

My fecundity is dry

And yet you still prick me

With your quill

Draining out the last drops of fiery blood from my life vein

And I can give no more

So use me up

Like the natives

With the wooly bison

Leaving no rib or organ unemployed

No thought or invention devoid of reader

Even after I am soil under young men's souls

Let me live on

Let me live on