Stolen child, stranger with no name.
Her mouth has been sewn shut.
The songs, on their long flight across
years upon years, birth upon death, have been lost.
The map obscured, ripped and bloodied.
Mute witness, what silence is this?
Unfortunate Demise, flesh and bone,
our words, shape of sounds no longer
familiar, buried at Carlisle.


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