What am I as I dash my skull
On the side of this mountain
Crying out on the valley pass
Granite bursts out my throat
What am I given life by lake
Wrought by sea and wrecked
By wind, ghost breath of dawn
A belly full of broken ships
What am I to make fragments
Of the human face, frivolously
Bedecking silver jewels, prismatic
Angels when you catch the light
