| What Filters Through the Copper Stain |
|---|
| A shifting boulder pierced my side |
| When I was young |
| And I let silence |
| Sour |
| Hot |
| Pinch powder into seeds |
| Inside the black box |
| When I woke up |
| The patch of skin was new |
| Sewn up with glass |
| The winter |
| Livestock tried to scream |
| I bled |
| I faked it |
| Stole the coat from him |
| Bore tunnels |
| Couldn’t keep her |
| Never found the inlet in the lake |
| Looked up when there was darkness in the hall |
| A copper stain had shrouded me |
| In blue and red and green |
| The colors of the earth, but more serene |
