I am a witness but,
I feel useless as a swan,
sitting graciously and quietly
droopily and half-dead : far from the blood avalanche
I hear the rocks tumble from a great height,
meadowsweet near my feet stain red
I hear the bones crushing, the shrieking pleas
I crane my neck and dip my head
deep beneath the waters
reaches me no sound, reaches me no odour, reaches me no time, reaches me no wound
I am a witness but,
I am a swan
