Spider he was called and when he came it was alright
I was allowed
I didn’t need to pocket a knife
“Star cave hin man” pendjoum
Like a memory of pride
My wife is there laughing and Hej!
It was the Dane, the blonde one
but Spider had moved on and I had to counter the fury of the Portuguese
who didn’t like my hair
only fit for the bed slats of the monastic
But Spider had come
He remembered who I was
although all knew it
How I gained speech