What did you say - they found another one?
I can't hear you - this morning
another one floating in the river?
talk louder - so you didn't even dare
no one can identify him?
the police said not even his mother
not even the mother who bore him
not even she could
they said that?
the other women already tried -
I can't understand what you're saying,
they turned him over and looked at his face, his hands they looked at,
they're all waiting together,
silent, in mourning,
on the riverbank,
they took him out of the water
as the day he was born,
there's a police captain and they won't leave until I get there?
He doesn't belong to anybody
you say he doesn't belong to anybody?
tell them I'm getting dressed,
I'm leaving now
if the captain's the same one as last time he knows what will
that body will have my name
my son's my husband's
my father's name
I'll sign the papers
tell them I'm on my way,
wait for me and don't let that captain take one step closer to him.
tell them not to worry:
I can bury my own dead.
(I think the above poem is... incredible. One of the best, most moving things I've ever read.)