The Architects and the Morrow Days
5. Drowned Wednesday
She was hungry for peace, so had good
intentions, but they all went awry still.
Majority ruled and she was driftwood
and gradually footed a hefty bill.
She waited, and ate, and hungered, and starved,
waiting for the tides to finally change
so she could escape the hunger that carved
her soul hollow. And he could arrange –
if not for her, then at least for her sea:
the dominion she could no more keep –
her freedom, and a new ruler to see
the nothing that lurked there, inside the deep.
And then she can slumber in that nothing
and leave things in the hand of the new king.
