Now I have your shoes   Today I wear your old black shirt   I have the things that I gave to you   But soon I’ll be ready to give them back   Come and get them      Shale-skin, salt-crown, slate-feather, corpse-down   Stone-blood, flesh-bane, life-bone, death-vein, salt-crown      Face the sunrise with eyes made of light   Swallow the early song with eardrums made of the first sound   Break the soft young earth with limbs made of the oldest stone      Through our watery eyes, stone watches itself standing   Alone, forever, against the flickering sky   Through our watery mouths, stone calls itself by a new name   Bones of the earth. Stone   The bones call the stone by name,   Crying, “Come, old mother, and cover me.”   The stone shows the bones the way of the silent, lifeless salt crown   The bones call the bones of the earth by name   Crying, “Come, old mother’s father, and bury me.”   The stone shows the bones the way of the   Ageless, deathless salt crown      Now you’ve gone back in   And I’ll stay out with your bones, burned and ground to sand   Keep watch with the faces you made with your hands   But soon I’ll be ready… no I’m not ready to give them back   Come, oh come and get them