Europa

He used to kiss the girls
He used to fight the men
He used to sing La Marseillaise
Like it was Hallelujah

He used to throw his stones
He used to pluck the grass
He used to wander
Through the corn

He wrings his hands
He taps his foot
He pricks his ears
At sounds that aren't there

He praised the dead
And in the end
The dead received him