The low drizzly cloud
resembled smoke –
Smothering the water –
As the car came round the bend.
Heroic d(r)ivers searched
In the gloomy depths for the children
Hidden
By darkness, depth, despair
Sinking lower, lower into the loch of despond
Lost, forever in the inky-black icy murk
Not giggling, but drowning.
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