We, the long line of undead,
The numberless shadows,
Mining and plundering
Until our hands are brown with
Earth and blood,
Sweat and fear.
The diamonds we seek
We can’t eat,
Nor do they lead us
To what we are seeking.
Oh God, mine me!
Sift the sallow soil of my soul
And lift the jewel
Of me to your mouth.
Breathe me clean,
And swallow me,
So I can be where you are,
Where I have always belonged.