Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
The Mstery And Indifference At Evers Creek - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
At Evers Creek, behind the barn
the mystery travels faster and far
than the rush and reach of the Creek itself,
as it did the night it swallowed twelve,
'twas no one that nobody really knew;
'twas merely a stone in their worn-out shoe.
They were quickly buried at Anselm's Field,
named for the Monk, Benedictine, and he'll
be the only Soul and Saint who can speak;
about the perish of twelve at Evers Creek;
'twas an icy-veined service, no-one cried;
'twas incarnate indifference, personified.
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