A scar on the skin 
Of our ground 
Splits, opens like an eye
That has been crusted shut
By salt and old tears fall 
Like rain filling the new valley 
With molten grief at the heart of things
Makes the plates shift and shatter
Like memories into mosaics
On the floor of the cathedral
Over old bones dusted
After the flood of their blood
Red like earth-fire
Dried up into a scab 
A grave of stone
Thick as the sky
Is a scar
Again.