Yield

aghast
agape
a gap

her scales no longer
moistened by salt
unlike her eyes

what is a mermaid
without the sea
what song can she sing

without the tides in her skin
inside a glass dome akin
to the deepest loneliness

a silent note, hollowed
the face of a forlorn lady
who will follow her

and her plight

shallow is the night
when the lights
in the museum are dimmed

unredeemed
tongue out, she licks
her own tears