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.