Her sting can hurt nobody now
It sways with the tidal heartbeat like a ghostly anemone
Did she sting herself to death in the depths to kill the power of the sun?
Or was it to add 99 voices to the silent seas?
Voices that never were heard mingled with an cruel and sullen surf
With none of the virtues of a cold afterbirth,
She kissed the Tallahatchie farewell and left for her final voyage
Red death or salty error, destiny is a blithering Alzheimer's victim when it comes to trajedy
It is enough for the cold sea to contain her spirits on puppet strings of seaweed
Never giving up her secrets or answering questions
And if a tree falls in the deep of the sea and no one hears its descent,
Did it fall at all?
99 in the sea hidden shadows of a sunken sun will spend eternity whispering over the tides and waves
Only the sea gulls and the whales hear
And they quickly move on