and when the angels come
they'll cut you down the middle
to see if you're still there.
and underneath your ribs
they'll find a heart-shaped locket,
an old photograph of you in daddy's arms
and then they'll sew you closed
and give you back to the water
from where we're all born.
and you'll feed the ghosts and you'll feed the living
you will be a stranger and you'll be a friend
you'll be the leper, you'll be the healer
you'll be the hero and the tragedy
when they burn your body
all that's left is sand crystals
two tiny handfuls
all the rest is water, water, water
all you need to know
is you are born of water
you are made of water
you are merely water,
water,
water