when she had found some calm
she said she would return
but she did not return
so nervous for the calm
we found her in a hole
and on her face, the toll
she said she’d not come back
that town too was a hole
when stripped of sham and gold
static then, we left her
sobered into silence
in our minds, her violence
she still lives in that hole
now we know to leave her
scarecrows can’t retrieve her