Dark Mud
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Her name was Charlie Thompsen
Everybody called her Little Ritchie
Born east of Smokey Point
Just past the cemetery road
She learned to gillnet with her granddad
In the shadows of the islands
Where the days are filled with silver
And the nights are always cold
Little things are buried
Beneath the dirt along the shoreline
Until the sediments are pregnant
With apologies and grief
Then the river takes the dark mud
In a long quiet procession
Throws it out like ashes
Into the Salish Sea
With your back turned to the Frasier
And your chest turned to the flood
You lean over the port side
And see the shadows from above
They rise up from the darkness
And a thousand years of blood
Pull your net in
Take it easy Little Ritchie
This world ain't leaving you behind
I know that it cut you down past forgiveness
But it's time to mend the broken lines
For every raven on a fence post
Singing songs of ancient rhymes
There's a hawk up on a rooftop
He's trying to keep those prayers from flying
Little Ritchie you're a raven