Who can breathe such a word!
Its letters are the same ones
that have always dried to stone

—it's not easy to drown, the throat
coats with soot :a gutted raft
that is not a cliff, drifts

as if its name was broken off
—just Goodbye, the word
doesn't have you to hold close

and hurry off with, trembles alone
the way even a lifeless stone
will reach into the torn sea floor

send up its ripples
wider and wider for a place
to rest and nothing will burn.