I walked a mile to the river’s edge,
i walked a mile alone,
and when I arrived collectively,
my heart had turned to stone.
I left my head, a while back,
perched upon a loon,
and when i found it had returned,
it returned in complete ruin.
My soul, it lingered, lonesome,
caught beneath a brook,
and when it crept back into place
t’was violent, t’was crook.
My eyes were caught onto a branch
and had not made it back,
they were no longer part of me,
no tears, the earth was black.
My limbs completely disengaged,
they fell, bare, to the ground…