As the hammer of night fell I went down the hill Where the forest cleared To see it touch the snow Like a barrel I strained to see the shape It moaned but would not be seen When the light was gone I went to where it had struck A pit of ice had sunken Footholds smoothed from the walls A hole aimed up Like a black pupil Too deep to see With blue rippled walls The air slid down Where the hammer of night fell I lit a fire And felt the dusting snow Beside me the flakes slid in I fell asleep By the pit of ice Soon i was climbing steps in a garden With the smell of wet mud Toward a bull with no eyes