1836 c/o Tom Murphy

Dearest Liza,
I should have written sooner
I knew it would
         here alone without having said my

Without telling you how much these past few years have meant to me.
I'm sorry

They are still outside and there is a lull.
I'm afraid by the time
                  I'll be gone.

My knife           over there
In the chest of the sixteenth.

No one will not think                 a hero.

love you Liza, but it's Polly I'll see
before I see you again.

I'll be waiting across the river.