The Lady of Shalott

Upon the tragedy we now embark with silken scarves tied loosely 'round our mouths down rivers algae ridden to impart the when's, the why's, the where's and then the how's. We slick our hands upon the river's skin and stand on shaky boats to take our bows without a second thought to what's within or why the audience is on the shore inspecting us for when she shall begin The scarves will sink to silt and sand below The fish will silver glint the hidden cave and then the teeming shores will sudden know that no one now their clapping can they save For we are but a whisper on the breeze For we are taught and then we misbehave For we are born and then we seldom leave until the river winds it's last hurrah and then the shores are silent to bereave a sinking human vessel fit to fall to join unburdened scarves and wisher's well for down the river tragedy to call as far as anyone can ever tell to quilts and candles burning at both ends this lady rose again before she fell.