The girl that would not be good
grew up on a mountain side
shrieked out at the moon each day
turning. Hit trees with rocks
and rocks with trees. Jumped in falls,
drowned fish in dry air
and fed their scaleshielded flesh
to her sister. Gave their bones to her dog
She smashed up the house each morning
with the fury of high clouds
rained down the building stones
onto small roofs in fields far below
One day
she packed up the sky in her bag
went off dancing. Never came back.