i am an endangered species,
my thoughts are for others, not myself,
i feel no need to fill the earth
with the faithful offspring of my sad desires,
no, i will spare you that, i will spare you that.
i will spare you the mighty army of me,
marching onward toward your lovely home,
or naming the wonderous night
when we are utterly alone,
yes, i will spare you that, i will spare you that.
i do not care that with me alone we die,
that i will not populate the earth with an endless cry,
like the mighty turning multitude of the sky,
or the numberless sands of the sea.
no, too many we are already, too many,
swarming over the sallow plains,
the teeming shores, it is no crime,
i can live and die alone, indoors, without a legacy.