With flesh and mud

Bark and blood

I scavenged the scraps

Found basics in foundation

Intact

Spear-head made of capstone 

Shaft, crafted ancestral bone

With scabbing stripes I camouflage, I hunt

I am the source that becomes

The resources now withered to sand

The resources that breathe color into land

Linen fabric loosely blankets my skin

Chest muscles of metal defend within

Glaring crystals raining

Into the limestone constructed lair

An arsenal of ether, fire, water, earth, air

The powers of the Sun, in the palm of my hand