Ankle Bone - Birdtalker

She walks alone across the burning sand

No song in her ears

No, she won’t find another mother now

There is no other here

She wanders onward never to her right

The naked offer with nothing more to hide

Carves like a peg into the angry son

Wincing with tired eyes

Isn’t there anything worth searching for?

Is it all compromise?

She has no saviour and nothing to decide

Spinning onward, a circular sky

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

The desert is her mother

Maybe nothing is all that she will find

Maybe nothing is all that she will find