An Open Field(Firenze 1478)

Black Company sings solemnly
down Via dei Malcontenti,
past Gates of Justice.

The curses, blot them out.
This Calvary cart,
immortal ignominy.

My blood must quench
Heaven's disfavor.

The City finds me unclean,
lest demons or plague
unite in my design.

Bankers and The Eight,
never miserly about blood,
I thank thee.

In grace am I not
to be hung from 

the Bargello window?

Lord, my only creditor,
pay this debt.