Oh the story's told been told retold. From the sacred scriptures to the tabloids. All the fuss and fight none above a whisper. The soul of gold the belly of a boy. Well they drew him from the forest. Like they draw blood. Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian. And he turned his head and let the arrows fly. Through the trees the trees. The ornamental leaves. Boy cried wolf. Wolf don't come. Wolf within. Boy cried wolf. In the ancient mold they're dancing down. Calling to the moon but it don't answer. And they fell on their knees. and passed the bowl around. And the blood the blood the sacramental blood. Boy cried wolf. Wolf don't come. Wolf within. Boy cried wolf. I am the body I am the stream. I am the wake of everything. They bring me flowers that are myself. Garlands of blood that are myself. Slain the lamb that is himself. Torn reborn the cries of our dismay. Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind. Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown. Lost received retrieved. The human tide. Innocence had its day. Innocence had its day. Innocence innocence