Carcass Island

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Come away to Carcass Island
In the sundering, Southern Seas
Where black night heron shadows roots
In scorched wood cypress trees

Come away to Carcass Island
Where the tussock grasses die
Among the dog roses and fuschias
Under high cerulean skies

Come away to Carcass Island
Where the ghosts hum funeral hymns
And the sailor sway like rag dolls
In the noose-knots hung from limbs

Come away to Carcass Island
Where the cabbage palms once grew
For I’ve never known an anyone
More dearly dead than you.

 

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