Two guys drowned in my backyard... a month and a half ago. At first I thought I would process it spiritually, and I tried:

sitting shiva on the dock
reading tim leary’s book of the dead
writing poetry while they were in the bardo

But their death has become a social metaphor.
A transitional event, transitional like:

covid
the recession
and 9/11

                        They are Boys Forever

Even though they were both men, and brothers aged 26 and 30, they are frozen forever, anywhere before their death. they are the 90s and 2000s, and most importantly the 2010s, but definitely not the 20s.

So, I swirl my callused toes around in the water’s particles wondering what pieces of them may be left behind from before they fished the bodies out. I wonder, what those pieces saw, what secrets those pieces saw, when, if ever those pieces were loved.

People extrapolate theories as to how a day of causal boating could result in the senseless death of two brothers, letting their phobia’s and traumas project upon the event ie;

“they were doped up”
“they were fighting”
“they were drunk”

Why can’t we just let them be mythic?