I was on the mountain in my dream of death
The snow plummed off the cornice up ahead
Like the feather I found out on the beach
When I was a little kid
I have decided to stay with the rocks
With the bears, among them, like one of them
Out on the alpine tundra
Buried in a moon white avalanche
These limbs are given literally
Just to see my own face staring back at me
Oh, brutality
Oh, how I've stepped on backs to climb a broken ladder
From which the view was crowded with emptiness
Oh, wilderness, as I climb this rock's face
Clouds rest below like white plates,
If I fall I will surely die
And my empty shell will remain
Out with the bees and things
Floating from the earth like a silver plume
This shattered body lies at the cliffs base
Or sloshing through the stomach of a less hungry bear
The earth turns bodies back into green trees
We all live for so many things
And yet we all die for nothing