Am I a Falcon, a Storm, or a Great Psalm?

Am I a Falcon, a Storm, or a Great Psalm?*

Say fallen, 

and I will give you the arch

of a spine, make a bridge between 

animal and anointed

Say ointment, for I have doctored 

myself, scraped my wounds 

out and laid them 

shiny for the world to see

I fed you placental 

while I broke and crumbled

Say control 

and I will stretch, 

and in my enduring will nest

a budding of beings

Say body 

and I will give you

my throat raw

from singing, my breath like the 

first blow of spring

Say spring 

and I will leap like

a spark in charged air

like a hiss

like a flame     like refusal 

* The title comes from a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke