Did the mermaid have dark hair?
Golden trinkets, pearls, to wear?
Was she aquamarine, or so fair?
Combing her locks, on the shore.
Cuts on her back, scars, of the war.
Our tools ruin, debase all we adore.
She look you in the eye? Sad? Or hate?
Did you heart sink, with sin, it’s weight?
Did you worry that it was already too late?
Diving into the green water, gone again.
Above, we fight a war, impossible to win.
The choking of water, the sky, our vile sin.