Written in memory of his cattle-farming father, this tribute lends him a kind of mythical power as a guide to knowing both life and death
The Ash Plant
He’ll never rise again but he is ready.
Entered like a mirror by the morning,
He stares out the big window, wondering,
Not caring if the day is bright or cloudy.
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