We must ask for help
From words that were placed
Well a long time gone,
That she had gone all
The way to the edge
Of the lake to rest
Her head, close her eyes
And then had come back
For our sakes. We know
What that is, the trip
Back from the lake’s edge.
For the trip back out,
We know how to put
The right ones of us
In some kind of line.
But for the turn, cold
And numb, from an end,
Which we have known, done,
We find we’re still dumb.
Those words, meant to be
From the child who lost
One who did not turn,
Stake the claim we can’t,
To think that things were
Held in place, are held
In place by a web
Of words. We have tried.
