(C) Megan Greenlee
God is harsh
She sits long legged
Along the marsh
Each strand razor edged
Shaved away
This stranger reflecting
Light to day
Their deceptions bring
Mirrors leave
Away my lover
Holding me
Under my cover
Please help me
Be a better friend
To the sea
That watches our men
In our hearts
Faces tucked so deep
Where feared parts
Hold messes we keep
