Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

through traffic lights was carried

past the entrance of the mine

where someone else was buried.

One who trespassed on the shore

by mentioning her diet,

having spoken twice before

decided to keep quiet.

Two pretending not to grieve

looked down but never leapt,

smiled as they took their leave,

and out of touch they kept.

You once tried to hypnotize

the moon, but now you see

every able baby cries

with such intensity.

Lastly we all rang the bells

and practicing austerity

made a puzzle out of shells

and left it for posterity.