the swan laments in her early grave,

but the choice is not being doubted or pondered in the beyond.

no regrets.

and as she shrieks in her

plush

  new

     playground in the seventh circle of hell,

she is content with her decision.

     —but does the inferno accept halfbreeds?

is there a place for those that are part waterfowl?

perhaps she has to do her water dance, like before,

but in a bayou of blood and fire.

still, she will not look back,

she will not think of him,

of her,

no.

only of what she has done and must accept.