Ash and Bone

A ragged sheet of greenish browns
Covers jagged, ancient crowns

Strewn like shards of broken bone
Wind and rain make marrow shown
Wielded by Earth, her skills to hone
A hammer and chisel to sculpt her own

They settle in the gentle shade
Of ominous, beautiful spines long made
Acres of homes and crops outlaid
Land fertilized by a giant slayed

Passages cut with bone saw and scalpel
To connect each toe and nostril
Towers rise to frame each fracture
The sheet is burned and ash is reaped
From which something new will forever emerge.