Summer Paradise.
It was a beautiful Sunday at the beach, sea and sand
everyone wanted a deep tan, not many swam water
still restless after yesterday’s storm. A pair of ten
years old gypsy girls whose parents live in a camp
nearby, braved the waves but soon got into trouble
and as many looked on the girls were swept away.
When life guards brought them back ashore they had
both drowned. In the midst of life they lay covered
by a beach towel, arms and legs sticking out just like
rag dolls. What could we do, the beach was crowded,
this people’s day off, and no one knew the dead girls.
Four men came, carrying one coffin, the girls so tiny
space, even for one more child. A tawny looking ice-
cream seller came hobbling along I saw his tears, if he
was related to the girls he shouldn’t go about selling
stuff and thinking of making money (no one is that
poor) but go home and grief with the family