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 our 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
