As I died

My voice grew just a little steep

A glitter

in some dark crater of flesh

It was late and all had gone to bed

The sand echoed and swallowed

my touch

It breathed more wholly than myself

while I was still alive

I was a grain, a grainy thing

I was hidden in the crater, just trying to

echo

Now death does me up

It enhances my notes, my heights are

smooth

I sigh and cry all night

The flints are thrown 
in beautiful scarlets skywide