I’d say we’re all grasping at straws

But “we” doesn’t really apply here

Jill’s used to watching Jack fall

But Jack no longer resides here

At Jill’s well

 

Humpty Dumpty’s doing well

A mosaic of cracks along his shell

Standing against the wall with jack, kicking back

Humpty shows off his cracks like tatt’s

Or badges of honor

And Jack’s broken crown keeps the ladies coming back

But Jill’s not tumbling after

 

After the last disaster, Jill’s learned her lesson

No longer will she wait for limbs to regenerate

And her heartache to lessen

 

Little Bo Peep ran after her sheep that day

But she didn’t bring him back the next to stay

The sheep had separation anxiety

But school’s not a place to keep sheep

And the top of Jill’s hill

Jack can’t reach

 Any longer

 

Longer and stronger and mightier than most

Jack tried that day and he got oh so close

But Jack never reached Jill’s pail

 

And as he began to fall, Jill reached out and called

His name

Like grasping for straws her attempt was for neigh

Silently dying, she called and asked him to stay

Reach for her, make a way

 

But away he fell and for once she did too

Tumbling, like an afterthought, landing near him black and blue

Jack walked away, only concerned for his broken crown

Pieces of his gold, his soul, lying tattered on the ground

And there Jill lay, bleeding all around

Body and breath mixing into the water underground

 

Her pail empty and her heart broken

Jill went to the well they shared and closed it

Like Humpty Dumpty with all the kings men

And Peep with her string with a sheep on the end

Jack would never share Jill’s water again