Cornfield, wet.
Tasselled pompoms of the cheerleaders
who drowned on prom night.
They shouldn’t have dressed like that.
They should have waited for dessert.
But a knotty something
drove them to water.
Too bad he got there late,
after the crime, trailing
in the wake
When he sings
he doesn’t
stutter at all
& the body
at the bottom
floats up to the top