low lamp

see there? all those stones
those standing wombs
were all carved for me,
and my entry from the sea.

none came before me, though
some came after;
of like I have none,
but all men are my kin.

the stave in the rock
was my first step
and the hollow of the hearth
was my first rest.

once I've ended
there will be no more beginnings
until I've done my rest
- until I've done my rest