A shifting boulder pierced my side When I was young And I let silence Sour Hot Pinch powder into seeds Inside the black box When I woke up The patch of skin was new Sewn up with glass The winter Livestock tried to scream I bled I faked it Stole the coat from him Bore tunnels Couldn't keep her Never found the inlet in the lake Looked up when there was darkness in the hall A copper stain had shrouded me In blue and red and green The colors of the earth, but more serene