The auction of teeth left you weeping
More so than the carrion dogs
Made of straw or
The bog near the crowded road to the windy house where
The murdered child lay for centuries, undiscovered.
With calm hands you weave a ferry
And with magical eyes conjure a boatman
How is it, now, that you are surprised?
The weedy waterway carries your friend away
The silence is evidence that the guilty escape
And the innocent are condemned.