We took a grand vacation and visited a chasm
With an elevator which took us down
Through floors of earth, depositing us
In a cavern with subzero rivers.
It was a warm day and nothing was wrong
Not then. Only next week we found ourselves
Paddling at the public pool with children.
We raced and came up for air, only uncle didn’t.
England’s funerals are always rained on.
I had gone on a grand vacation to jagged
Mountains, Moorish castles, hot sun and boys
While you remained, burying your husband.