Miscarrying Melody

Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep
Mixed stars to compass bearing, lost ahead.
In steeling winds, release balloon and weep.

Strained sails hard pressed, the little mother ship,
As twinging surges splashed and stained in red,
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep.

Soft quav’ring swell her wa’try lungs, notes slip
off. Keel hauled insides, drawn to flushing head.
In stealing winds, release balloon and weep.

Adrift in cold emotion, ache to seep
A rattling gladness in the darling dead.
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep.

Abyss is closer than the air, too deep
Away her anchor, smaller scope than need.
In steeling winds release balloon and weep.

Machine on bell-ey now a single beep
No seaman’s rites, nor boxey ch-ild-bed.
Oh Come and Yell that Melody’s asleep;
In stealing winds, release balloon and weep.