The Old Bastard
Everyone matters, in every season, for all of time.
this big old tree stump once stood proud…
then the old bastard died…
stripped bare, as bald as my dead father’s head
then a storm came and swept him down the river right out into our harbour…
the ferryman came and hooked the dead o…
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