Clip my wings
With a scissor blade,
So I can’t fly away;
Shoot me down –
Let me be a goose
Tumbling down from the sky;
When I land,
Let the worms burrow
Into my belly;
Stack up wood,
Drown it in oil –
Lay me on top;
Steal the heaviness
Of muscle and bone
Dragging me down;
Scatter my ashes
Where wild deer feed,
So I can guide them.
