With his mind 
                                                   I dreamed the blue sky 
                                           through an empty visor. 
                        And without disguise 
                                        I saw the shining face of childhood 
                        and my tiny self, 
                               framed, 
              down the end of a gun-barrel ... 
or was it an oval frame 
        on a forgotten mantelpiece? 
                        yes, I think it was ... 
and I saw a child, older now, staring 
           out of a fading family album, 
with crazy blue-green eyes, 
                       looking like she wanted to kill someone. 
          And even after that, 
                        I discovered an anonymous girl, on drugs, 
               a wild bush-teenager slapping ripolin onto some old 
                        scraps 
                        of masonite, 
             her gun hovering 
      like a ghost ...