High water carried her down stream   She watched the water's living things   She thought, it's not a mound with six planks of wood   The cardinal points to hold you up   Or a mountain where a shed self could      Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals   Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls      Rolled like a felled tree   With arms as useless as such   Death's panic came, a calmness stayed, you couldn't do much   Just watch the water chip away at the bank eroding   Cut and crumbling through the spate      It took a father, it covered a daughter   Took her down, down, down   With the glass bottles, books, a tire   Collected hair tufts in the weeds   Snagged and wrapped in the peats   Dammed and trapped      You said, is this the ceremony?   I don't know, well I don't mind   The way we all fall in and roll down   Pushed through the veins and trafficked byes   And when your ears sit under   Head is half submerged down below   Pooling all accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow