I can taste civilizations Your mouth is full of war And if warrior's lips graze scapulas My constellations start to ache With moonlight in my washbasin I pray my armor may dissolve No use have I for bones or hair No want for teeth or eyes I have seasons locked inside me Ice and heat and rain What a shame it is to be made of flesh I am stars and trees and rage Transient like a leaf in the wind Whittled down until only rocks remain.