Nobody had seen her lately

We learned that she couldn't call

Better for her to have stayed lost

Than found by ancient gods

They wake up everybody

Making carbon copies

From fabled beds

And drinking lacquer

To jet black helicopters

As they land

In the back

Of a row of citadels

In bucharest

Another lesson

Reflecting off of shellac surfaces

I can't say we saw it coming

Her eyes and arms returned

But she still has trouble speaking

Those long neglected words