The Devil's Cut

When I was young I asked, And was told by a women to inhale this sweet smell at the bottom of the hill near the front of the white dover cliff. Traditional beauty has said that I would be attracted to her. The first time out in the dark lightning the bright light it flashed. Growing numb it was then I passed out. I could not tell up from down. The men back from the sea eating fresh tuna fish. There is no greater fragrance than the salty blue waves. Each woman's beauty when seen by me is. No smile fills the air better than hers. I was told by an old man young once he like me.