Stand! Blood is bone. Many mouths and eyes feathering water. Come lie head to head, cold, newness of a good, round name. The earth, clouded. The Sun, rained-in. Two big stars and a small woman burn the ashes on the mountain road. Sand and bark, bite the cold, full sleep of knowing. A belly, neck and breast. A moon, drinking, dying. Come, walk this black night on two far fingernails and skin the dog, kneeling at the foot of the tree, longing for blood. See, hear, smoke the name that many know in sleep, this cold, full, newness of a name. Fish-eggs lie, bloodless on a leaf. I, who know not what I kill, see louse, bird, heart. The livered, yellow belly and the burning, red of the mountain road. A person, eyes, ears, head, mouth and nose, stands biting the hand of a small woman. Fingernails and bone, bloodless against the bark. Her neck is white in the new yellow moon, her breast dry, dying, swimming in two. Who drinks the tongue or tooth of a good, round name? This stone-rain, full head of hair. This fire-egg, the warm knowing of what and not the water hears. Fat on the fire, eggs sleeping in the horned skin of a mouth. Skin seeding to bone. Burn the green mountain road to red ashes, the clouded moon to water, the yellow sun to rain, the full stars to black, cold stone. Come lie and thou and thou and I and knowing sleep will tongue skin and meat, bite and eat, drink the yellow liver and the white breast, name the neck, the long tail feather of a burned bird.