But he can't find them
Water cold around his waist
As he watches the car sink
Dives back under into the gloom
Wrestles with doors and peers
At their dead faces through glass
Surfaces crying help me for God's sake
Knowing all is lost
And that he lost it.
Argued with her on his weekend
Taking the boys on a trip
Water skiing and fishing
Her twisted hateful face in his head
As she called him dip shit and loser
Now their two boys at the bottom of a lake
And he is tearing his soul apart to explain why
Is this his revenge
To rip his sons from being -
Both his and hers?
He wades in the shallows screaming
Parts of his body are dying
Yet they seem so peacefully dreaming
Safe from his malice and her vice
Always in the middle
Of the battle between love and hate
Maybe it is right they should die
After all, they have innocence on their side.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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