The Cortege
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- Written March 1977
Four oxen
Bow their heads as priests
Burdened with yokes
Carved by the very one
Whom now they mourn
And came to draw back home
In a village cart
Bedded for the journey by grass
Cut from the paddocks
And laid in gentleness
For the comfort of one
Who feels no more.
Chikankata
March 1977