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
in beautiful scarlets skywide