No one knew how the child drowned.
Just out of sight and sound
Slipping by on her own
Not listening to the moan

Of mum or dad
About how bad
She’d been
Having seen

Them copulating
In bed while waiting
For the glass
Of milk to pass

Her way the night before.
No one knew how the child drowned.
Some one was bound

To have seen
Her or been
Within touching distance
At some instance

Or other these past
Hours, they thought and cast
No further thought
Nor brought

Up her not being there
To each the other’s care.
The child drowned
Without care or sound

Except a small wave or two
To some other me or you.