There were two beneath the sky - the thing I came to kill, and I
I under covert, watchid him sense eternity, from quivering brush to pointed nose,
my gun to shoulder level rose.
And then I felt (I could not see) far off a hunter watching me.
I slowly put my rifle by, for there were two who had to die -
that which I wished to kill, and I.
((read @ Frehley's Starchild's memorial Service March 1, 2008))
