As a rot to rape the spring sown seed   A plague sprang forth of his tracks   Churns ran red when cows milked blood   And famine cracked poor backs      Who would hear a lament sad   Under the bright blue sky   That's sung in hovels dark and low   With eyes too weak to cry      But horror be the nightfall's gloom   For the man upon the road   When moon doth laugh at worthless lives   Twice hard for all promise showed      Empty stare upon his face   Nine fathoms deep   He set upon the road again      On ground that bears no seed