text: Well, I stepped into an avalanche
  It covered up my soul
  When I am not this hunchback that you see
  I sleep beneath the golden hill
  You, who wish to conquer pain
  You must learn, learn to serve me well
  You strike my side by accident
  As you go down for your gold
  The cripple here that you clothe and feed
  Is neither starved nor cold
  He does not ask for your company
  Not at the center, the center of the world
  When I am not on a pedestal
  You did not raise me there
  Your laws do not compel me
  To kneel grotesque and bare
  I, myself am the pedestal
  For this ugly hump at which you stare
  You who wish to conquer pain
  You must learn what makes me kind
  The crumbs of love that you offer me
  Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind
  Your pain is no credential here
  Its just the shadow; shadow of my wound
  I have begun to long for you
  I, who have no greed
  I have begun to ask for you
  I, who have no need
  You say youve gone away from me
  But I can feel you, feel you when you breathe
  Do not dress in those rags for me
  I know you are not poor
  You dont love me quite so fiercely now
  When you know that you are not sure
  It is your turn, beloved
  It is your flesh that I wear