Mammoth Falls

Riding to the sunlight
Adding life to the land
Flowing over the bent, brooding stone
Over flora and sand

Thrusting through the oak and fir
The viking pushed his hooves
Depression of a continent
He cannot wait to go
With magic broken from the skulls
Of caribou and elk
The vessel made from blood and bone
A rifle-topped nail

Three men, three men on horseback
On to the hillbound hills
They fell, they fell bleeding and weeping every day
To prove this course they must sail

The calloused bodies taste the sand
With oily wings in sails
Heading for the far unknown
The viking must be frail
Everyone who stands up in
The mud of desert dunes
Rides out from burning path and bone
To aid the pioneers

Riding
Riding
Riding
Land down

Elimination
Termination
Purification
Hydration
Blessed gold
Land of snow
Non-denial
Path and bone