The chill of the south wind
ripping across Foveaux Strait
peeled back our flesh
and cut us to the bone
and carved great chunks of
sadness from our hearts
as we loaded his casket
into the hearse.
THE HEARSE
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The chill of the south wind
ripping across Foveaux Strait
peeled back our flesh
and cut us to the bone
and carved great chunks of
sadness from our hearts
as we loaded his casket
into the hearse.