Magumbo

O' so you are lost? alone, frail, and tossed? I see you there threaded and bare yet you walk along my twisty road Are you not afraid lost boy? Are you mad with the fever? Know you not that this leads down to the River? The river, the river of tears from lost little boys where they float along, dead as dead little toys? You are lost little child alone among my skeletal wild the wood and the snakes the fears and aches and you, just a lost boy, know nothing O' yes, I see you have no fear of me But I am Death I eat your breath do you not fear me? "No. I am lost alone. But you lay no claim to my flesh and bone. For I am not just a little boy?" O' you are not? then what are you, lost little boy. Alone in my wood in bed you be you should "I am not at the end of my rope. My name is Hope." Ah. then you are not mine.