The sandstone man,
I feel my head fall to the ground
Gaping mouth and broken crown,
The sandstone man,
Through the bramble snakes
That scratched away my face,
I see the clouds like blossom round the moon.
The sandstone man,
Nobody knows where I am
I could utter my name to you
From my nettle grave,
The sandstone man.
The rain erodes my crest,
My hands into my chest.
The sandstone man
Nobody knows who I am
But you know I am close to you
I watched a tree grow tall and fall,
I saw you riding down the rainy lanes,
In November.
The sandstone man
And the headless woman,
You have forgotten who I am.
The honey suckle twists across my breast
And I am happy,
I see the stunted willows by the frozen stream
And the frost as far as the eye can see.
But you have forgotten who I am.
Sometimes the sky is full of birds
But mostly it is empty.
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