They dragged the girl
From the river
Drowned and hauled her
Onto the bank

To dry. No one
Heard the sound of
Water splash or
Anxious cry for

Help or from deep
Water moan. No
One knew her name
Or her life’s fame,

Or if she fell, or
Jumped, or if thrown
In by some hands
Unseen by night’s

Dim light, nor heard
Because of the
Busy traffic’s
Din. Who she was

They didn’t know.
Maybe some heart
Broken dame or
Pregnant puss or

Prostitute who’d
Out lived her use
Or sad mind turned
Sour. They’d no

Idea, nor care
Maybe. Nothing
New on this dark
River’s stretch for

Souls to drown in
Murky depths. Some
One saw her float
Face down on the

River’s skin like
Some small boat in
Gentle spin on
Brown water’s tide,

Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to hide.
Some girl had drowned,
Some girl had died.