Ophelias Song

Ophelia floats on a dark river
Her sky blue eyes clouded sky white
The cleaner fish just cleans her shoulder
Sewn up with much love and style
Produce and consume, that’s the deal girl
They said and then she dived
No hand to reach for none to reach with
She sang and sank and then she died

Ophelia sung
All those dumb bad things
Oh she has sung
Silly songs by earnest men
Oh she has sung
Oh those dead girls will
Ophelia sung

Through dams past a molochs far glimmer
Whose piss wipes last greens of her eyes
Somewhere’s a dish
And in that dish…oh
Hot bay sweats on her thighs

Along the factories along towns trees and fields
Along to the sea she drives
Then she falls slowly like dry willow leafs
Into depths without tone and time