Tuesday, April 21, 2009

They drift there still

A brother and sister drowned together
Cherubic faces
Curls untempered
Their hair shone gold in the dark river
She fell first
And he came after
Why they fell they don't remember
But down they went
One after the other
They sank in silence in slow motion
'Til all was quiet
At the bottom
They told me that they are there still
They sent me numbers
For their coffins
Dimensions for boxes of wood
98, 32, 68
They drift there still.

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