The skeleton goes twirling in the sea For having been disobeyed to people The father had drowned his daughter's body No one could remember why exactly A lost fisherman thought he'd caught big fish The hanging bones were instead nightmarish He rushed back home with her caught in his line Lit a fire which appeased his panic Kind ladies untangled her from her klink To keep her warm, cloaked her with furs and hides Starting to soften in the warm silence Fell asleep, untempted by her presence He was dreaming, a tear formed in his eyes She saw it shine, suddenly felt thirsty Unfurled her bones, brought her mouth to the tear She drank and drank, it felt like a river Plunged her hand in and gently pulled his heart Her four-fold drum that would follow her prayer They woke up all entwined, breath against breath Got up to live by the sea where they were fed By the ocean No, they are not afraid, d**h has its place In order to create, in order to live She'd beat the drum and would sing for new flesh Sing for hair, eyes, chubby hands, legs, and breasts All that a woman needs would then surface She sang some more to bear the sleeping child Slipped in back with him, new skin against skin Returned the heart, the magnificent drum