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[hannagh_at_sea]

S.O.S.
-Dorothy Molloy

I tied her to a chair
and put her in the care
of John of God.

They locked her in a box
of glass and stone:
a home from home.

Her skirt sagged at the hem.
She drummed upon her knee
and thought of me.

I never heard her gentle tap
upon my heart
when she slipped out.

I never heard her softly wrap
the sea around her
like a shroud.

My life was just too loud.