Drowned in the pool he used to clean,    swimming backstrokes somewhere else now,    like prison sex in a cell he used to guard,    somehow it's justified, belly up and the mess is yours,    silk bathrobe slippers and a pool net skimming for    the help so hard to find these days, sweat and silk,    ...and blue flesh floating near the filter,    'what to do?' the house is burning down without a scent of smoke.