The Cortege

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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