ophelia floats on a dark river her sky blue eyes clouded sky white the cleaner fish just cleans her shoulder sewn up with much love and style produce and consume thats the deal girl they said and then she dived no hand to reach for none to reach with she sang and sank and then she died ophelia sung all those dumb bad things oh she has sung silly songs by earnest men oh she has sung oh those dead girls will ophelia sung through dams past a molochs far glimmer whose piss wipes last greens of her eyes somewheres a dish and in that dishoh hot bay sweats on her thighs along the factories along towns trees and fields along to the sea she drives then she falls slowly like dry willow leafs into depths without tone and time