I'd light a fire beside the skin
And dig a hole for bones to lay
Find a sacred resting place
Where the pecking hens won't harm the eyes

Home, home
The air I breathe

It's not enough for me to wait
For the open sky to fill with him
It's my kind to fill the air with broken empty hymns

There's a blade of grass
There are the things I ate
Its remnants on my chest
The bones, the flesh I integrate

Home. home
The air I breathe