a witch has come from under the oceanand with a pointed
and sharp fingersnatched my baby by the crook of her
jawand hooked her breath awayand bloated and cut her
soft,dearest skin and faceher hair has gone from black
to greenshe used to complain when I usedtoo much water
to wash her hairI can't imagine what it was like for
herto have died swallowing the seaI want to pause and
offeryour lonely grave farewell but it is covered in
mudit is nowhere there is no wayto light an altar for
youeverything is too wettight around my necktie me
with this rotten wirethat snaps its quiet snapI've
poured my life into this world and here I am