Beneath the Panel

I wrote a certain fish above the door.
Three girls dissolved into a cloud of petals.
I wrote a bird from all that there remained.
And fires whispered in the hearts of powers.
I wrote a treasure there beneath the wave.
Three sirens fell on those we couldn’t save.
The treasure lost itself as if the shore.
Was not the starry sky, but was before.
That place I wrote a fish, above the door.