The firmament tears, transmuting terror into rage Overcome and cast aside... this body of shorn limbs And torn veins... Gazing into the well of memory We saw mountains in our bones And rivers in out blood From the forest to our flesh, a mirror Of granite, cedar, and fir Rekindling ancestral fire we struggle to our feet With wounds open in our hearts And a furnace in our minds And we are as we once were Though buried by these times Bereaved, and seeking shelter In the wake of an iron wind.