A Dead Man's Ghost
[Shearing the Silence/Second Sight]I knew he was dead, I mean dead
As I carried him on my shoulders
Out of the River; no longer warm.His ghost walked beside me,He never glanced at me, neverNot once, I was quite relieved.I stopped, he stopped, and we stopped;
I moved, he moved, we both moved;
He walked beside me with equal steps,I felt the silence of his death.As I carried the dead man, limp
Minutes wore on and on and on
I got tired; thus shearing the silenceTo its jagged edge,.