tender-cheeked girl consumes her own offering

there's a living fairy in the country

blipping out of peace

but in town

the applause is deafening

in their madness
  she wept,

in the rockness of pleasantries,

pools

       into its cobbled hands.

dried them up, saying

feed me.

I cannot drop

myth over this poem.

         to color it with history,

       I can only ask questions

        for the umpteenth time.

why

has god

forsaken

me

?

sunken, in pool

and airing out ,

     Coin.