her hometown was
a tale of ole
a gasping ghost born
by a rush of gold
and great depression
it was full of stolen
selkie daughters
in a dust bowl sea
their hidden skins rotten
and
dead men hollowed
but still walking
their mined hopes left
emptied and long forgotten
so
she left it all behind
to wet her bones
in her landlocked grave
america's very own
born and raised
lady of the lake