From the aqueduct to the estuary

From the nag’s head to the middle?

From the sun god to the cloven hoof

From the grape seed to the cabernet

From the toothed tongue to the rugged mill

From the burning church to the olive branch

From the wind chime [?] to the wedding veil

From the window’s frame to the broken glass

From the dark blue skin to the blistered teeth

From the deep abyss to the filament

From the gazing cow to the satellite

From the alder’s bark to the raven wing

From the infant grain to the copper still

From the sex of the beast to the fluted bell

From the word weird to the cattle drone

From the nodding veil to the area at home

From the push and the groans that bore through gray matter

To those first steps of children going pitter-patter pitter-patter

From the ugly droning [?] playing on the funeral pyre [?]

Tender broken earth

I am the man caged in the mud of the honest one[?]

I am the man who stinks of smoke and rotten eggs

I am the man

I am the man

I am the man