What will they find?
An heirloom watch, rose gold, engraved
you’re the one, a tiny hole where the ruby
used to be. And of his, not much.
The hammer that may have done
their victim in, though maybe it was hers.
They killed together, not for money
or revenge, for the thrill of surprise:
how far would they go, how much
could they stand to watch the other do?
Risk? Of course. They’d been married a long time.
But the lake looked clean and inviting,
the divers said, as they immersed
themselves in a world of pike and trout,
deep down leaves rooted in sediment,
no evidence. What did they find?
A man who’d been dead for years,
his face two dark holes where his eyes
used to be—not the couple’s secret
but someone else’s. The lakes under the waves
have waves of their own.