נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

On a rainy day at noon
On the Rappahannock River
I sit back
Doing nothing
Watching the waterway
A big black bird with stretched wings
Flew just over me
A vulture of my soul
Not much left for him to eat
The Redskin Man's ashes
Flowed down
No sign of his body
No soul was left
Would the black bird take mine instead?

Virginia, at Tabbs Creek