When things in their clarity shattered among the daisies I realised they'd murdered me. They searched the cafes, the graveyards and the churches, Stove in the casks and cupboards, Smashed three skeletons for their gold teeth. Still they couldn't find me. Couldn't they find me? No. No, they couldn't find me. But they say when the Sixth Moon rose with the tide suddenly! the sea remembered the names of all the drowned.