As the others left my creek

I threw my head back in delight

I'd collected every key, every coin, every pendant

Made my way up with the remnants of the bathers in my tights

Perched my skin upon a rock, it was almost nine o'clock

These boys were laughing like hyenas

Half face red and half face white

And I had always felt such safety on that island 'til that night

Gods and angels as the jury, men with fists

Had sculpted somewhat of an atheist out of shattered bones and cries