Scar

Scar

A scar on the skin 

Of our ground 

Splits, opens like an eye

That has been crusted shut

By salt and old tears fall 

Like rain filling the new valley 

With molten grief at the heart of things

Makes the plates shift and shatter

Like memories into mosaics

On the floor of the cathedral

Over old bones dusted

After the flood of their blood

Red like earth-fire

Dried up into a scab 

A grave of stone

Thick as the sky

Is a scar

Again.