The Mystery And Indifference At Evers Creek

At Evers Creek, behind the redwood barn,
a mystery still travels on by near and far,
like the rush and rip of the Creeks dark hole,
as it did the night it swallowed twelve Souls;
’twas no one that anyone spoke to or knew;
merely just by-gone’s like the wind that blew.

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;
’bout the perish of twelve at Evers Creek;
’twas an icy-veined service, nobody cried;
’twas blood-cold indifference, personified.

FjR MMXVIII