Seeing Jaws Again Poem by Jonatha Moya

Her name you may
or may not recall.
It was Chrissie,
the body in the sand dune.

You do remember the shark,
the blood on the water,
death spreading like
a virus in the town of Amity.

You do remember that
the beaches should have been closed
but Amity was a summer town
that lived on summer dollars.

You do remember the shark
doing what it was built to do—
killing Mrs. Kintner's little boy
on that beautiful July 4th day.

You do remember Mrs. Kintner's
cold blooded slap
on police chief's Body
warm blooded face.

"You knew there was a shark out there.
You knew it was dangerous
but you let people go swimming anyway.
You knew all those things

-BUT STILL MY BOY IS DEAD NOW! "

"She's wrong, "
the mayor says.
"No, she's not, "
Chief Brody acknowledges.

Suddenly you remember
reading a news piece
that Mrs. Kintner (Lee Fiero)
was a victim of the pandemic.

You realize there is no
police chief, scientist, grizzled old salt
banding together to do the right thing,
uniting to triumph over disease, death,

Only the orange hair President
standing deep in the drowning tide
smiling and waving and
telling everyone the water is fine.

"We are all Mrs. Kintner now.."


Note:

The final line is a quote by Mary McNamara,
the obituary writer for the Los Angeles Times.