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 centre, centre of the world When I am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws don't compel me When I only grow this skin bare I myself am the pedestal For this ugly home that you share The crumbs that you offer me They're the crumbs that you left behind Your pain is no credential here It's just the shadow of your wound I have begun to long for you It's just what I need And I have begun to ask for you For I have no need And you say you've gone away from me Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not poor You don't love me so fiercely When you know that you are not sure It is your turn, beloved It is your flesh that I