Nobody: Did you kill the white man who killed you?
William Blake: I’m not dead.
Nobody: What name were you given at birth, stupid white man?
William Blake: Blake.William Blake.
Nobody: Is this a lie? Or a white man’s trick?
William Blake: No, I’m William Blake.
Nobody: Then you are a dead man.
William Blake: I’m sorry. I d– I don’t understand.
Nobody: Is your name really William Blake?
William Blake: Yes.
Nobody: Every night / and every morn’, / some to misery are born. / Every morn’ and every night, / some are born to sweet delight. / Some are born to sweet delight. / Some are born to endless night.
William Blake: I really don’t understand.
Nobody: But I understand, William Blake. You were a poet and a painter. And now, you are a killer of white men. You must rest now, William Blake. Some are born to sweet delight./ Some are born to endless night.