The firmament tears, transmuting terror into rage
Overcome and cast aside... this body of shorn limbs
And torn veins...
Gazing into the well of memory
We saw mountains in our bones
And rivers in out blood
From the forest to our flesh, a mirror
Of granite, cedar, and fir
Rekindling ancestral fire we struggle to our feet
With wounds open in our hearts
And a furnace in our minds
And we are as we once were
Though buried by these times
Bereaved, and seeking shelter
In the wake of an iron wind.