Circa 1999Pt1
 

She's breaking her plastic arms to carry her own weight,

She's collecting glass in a paper bag,

She's waving her hands just so she wont drown

There's nothing left to do, but close your eyes

and far across the span of the ocean,

on the shore where her trail of bodies quietly lay

a spark ignites a flame,an attempt at a beacon?

I sincerely hope so