'Psychopomp Theater' I stand before the altar And feel myself being judged Cold, calculating eyes Which tear through my very soul I look for a saviour To speak on my behalf A psychopomp who would remember An ancestor who knew me when Someone... anyone... With a kind word to say But I wait in vain Standing naked before the world Bleeding my disgrace Into the sacrificial bowl And when the last drop is spent And all is said and done The last words on my lips spoke 'and yet I love you still'