Slow Dakota Meets Bürstner in the Belly of the Whale

I met her there
Inside the belly of the whale
With wrinkled hands
She held a child to her chest
She told me how
The bonny child had come to be
Belovèd boy
Her only solace in the sea
In all your greatness (all your greatness)
In all your words (all your words)
And when I asked
Why was she condemned to be
Trapped inside
The stormy monster’s pit with me
She took the boy
And turned his head so I could see
The strangle marks
Her charge was dead as dead could be
In all your greatness (all your greatness)
In all your words (all your words)