Dear Elkhorn

Wednesday last
I heard you met a doctor,
He done told you that your state will pass
As long as you would take your medicine
You’ll find that salty lungs await your arrival
What you had:
You had a family that loves you, cared for you
And watched you crash.
Well it takes one to know one
So dear Abigail,
My sympathies to you
And all your survivors
Elkhorn, we passed you.