R.I.P.

Skates in a suitcase under eight feet of water

Fish swim by and won’t know

The way they used to glide

Eyelids shut in fire and never reopened

“Recovery Operation” – the workers won’t see

The joy those eyes used to hold

Pink dress, black suit, Delaware

Did we all see the video?

God, I guess, but we’ll never know

The way they used to laugh

We’re just bystanders watching

Like fish in the river

But God, it makes me sick