En Vacance

When we got back
it was raining
and Ulrika had died.

She was floating
in the surface skum,
chunks of gold decorating
the gravel below.

The others had been eating her,
Meg felt upset.

The food had run out.
David was going to get some more
on his way home from work,
but he forgot.

I didn't want to go back
to my cold,
dead
house.