A witch has come from under the ocean

and with a pointed and sharp finger

snatched my baby by the crook of her jaw

and hooked her breath away

and bloated and cut her soft,

dearest skin and face

her hair has gone from black to green

she used to complain when I used

too much water to wash her hair

I can't imagine what it was like for her

to have died swallowing the sea

I want to pause and offer

your lonely grave farewell but it is covered in mud

it is nowhere there is no way

to light an altar for you

everything is too wet

tight around my neck

tie me with this rotten wire

that snaps its quiet snap

I've poured my life into this world and here I am