I buried you late at night behind the river.
The moon cried and laughed, mad with grief.
Put you in the ground, looked at you awhile...
Picked you some rowan and lay down next to you, obediently...
To sleep...
Seagulls came in the morning; ate all your eye-lashes.
I threw stones at them - disgusting birds.
Don't scream, I beg you! Your screams suffocate me.
I will rip my heart out and give it to you - I don't need it anymore.