Image: Mark Harless
When they found, her she was face down in the stream.
Flowers were sprouting from her shoulders.
Many said it was justice
Others bemoaned her fate.
There had to be circumstances they said
No one just dies at the water’s edge.
No lies there and allows the plants to invade.
Her body preserved by some unknown means,
Many seeing her thought she was sacred,
So, they dropped to their knees in prayer.
While others thought something sinister was going on.
Her body pure and wholesome forever
Belying a history of abuse
In death, she had found solace
One with nature, resting peacefully.