Murdered Maid

Free, once, in the glass sea
wrapped in mystery of tides
my song, my song in the creak
of broke timbers, last choked
seaman's note, below birds
sea birds like me, Deep
in the deep hidden, or catch
a glimpse in your dreams
fish me out on a line
I'll slip, slime from your grip.
What is this agony?
See how changed, not sea
but dry wilt betrayal.
Who netted my creature
self in a glass jar, in the glaze
of your gaze, petrified?