Stowed away

Her face is made of alien stone
Stowed away on a fallen star
Her mouth still mumbles
The mermaid song
Wreckage in her hands
Glory in her eyes
And the end of the age of grace.

Her hidden lines cannot conceal
The mortal swing of her geography
That opened paradise
And hell was hid from sight
With drunken words
With silent songs
And the birth of stolen joy.