Typed in Water

A cradle and a head stained with holy water.
We come to this world in a black veil of water.

It is the lower half of everything but not for the hanged man.
For the corrupt – a silver vial of fairy tale water.

Fetch it at twilight from a washed-out bridge.
A cure for a bairn’s flickering flame – unspoken water.

Trees fall out of symmetry with the surface of the sea.
Wishes unsaid are hopes unpaid for with weak water.

It is a cardiogram of your fears scratched on a window glass.
You lure your love from a long distance purr – rain water.

I return with a curse. I write then erase your name.
I spread the decay of water.