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.
Scar
