hush little
baby, don’t say a word
we’re gonna find
you, haven’t you heard?
among the reeds
where your body now dwells
beneath the
ripples, hidden under the swells
a shoe, a boat,
your last couple clues
we know it’s a
trick, we’re gonna get you!
the cadavers
fail to catch your scent
but maybe that’s
good, we won’t give up yet
you’re a
survivor, we know this is true
this isn’t very
funny, please, where are you?
and if your
smile doesn’t shore up soon
we’ll send in
the divers this afternoon
speak little
baby, give us some words
we wanna find
you, but we haven’t heard
your voice fills
our heads, we need in our ears
you’re so very
young, only nineteen years
five days,
seven, not a sign or a clue
stop being so
mean, we wanna find you
ten days pass
and something floats to the top
this can’t
really be you, please make it stop!
it doesn’t seem
real ‘til the coffin rolls by
we fall down
little baby, we cry, cry, cry…
It’s been two
years since the day that you drown.
Forever you’ll
be the sweetest baby in town.
1 comment:
This is a great and very sad poem. My only suggestion might be to rework the line "your voice fills our heads, we need in our ears". I understood what you meant but I think this line could be clearer.
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