Thorns dipped in ink from soot and
ashes, ancient rituals for drawing
on the body. Once, only the brave
were marked with sequences of rills
and rivers, bands crossing their wrists
and lower arms. Breastplates mimic
the scales of centipedes or lizards—
All we want is to be aligned with
light and its protective webs, before
we return to the earth that moulded us.