she stood there on the cliff laughing her big black hair in the wind breathing i was on that cliff too swaying she told me all about herself i wanted her dead you thought i was mad maybe i was too mad for an instant mad for you she stood there quiet near triumphant one hand in pocket smiling saying why dont you kill me she stood there on a cliff smiling i was there too swooning she told me all about herself i was listening why dont you kill me dear thats just what i did i killed her dead now she was lying there on the floor head struck on a heavy piece on the floor of a ships tackle thrown on the third on the third day cast cast out by my own hands