Old Seymour died in winter
With the ground as hard as hobs
And the men who dig and inter
Cursed their wretched jobs
Two such in heavy workboots
Lay down their spade and spit
Soles were scraped on tree roots
And cigarettes were lit
Toward this smoking session
Under heavy, leaden skies
There came the grim procession
All heads bowed, some dabbing eyes
To the tune of coughs and sneezing
They marched slowly to the grave
A young boy said I’m freezing
And his mother said behave!
Among the yews and gravestones
They gathered in the mist
And, as the priest blessed Seymour’s bones,
The mourners reminisced
Thoughts turned towards his illness
Bravely borne without a word
Then in the eerie stillness
A single voice was heard
From the group of perished mourners
It said come on, Father, please
Can’t you cut some corners,
Or are we all to freeze?
The priest said, sagely nodding
I’ll keep it brief, my dear,
For I know where this sod’s heading
And it’s warmer there than here
Notes
I wrote this piece many years ago, to demonstrate how when someone dies, we tend to remember them fondly and gloss over any faults they may have had. So it was as the mourners reminiesced — until the priest dropped a truth bomb.
And cigarettes were lit
I used the passive voice with abandon back then.
Hard as hobs,
This is a shortened version of the saying as hard as the hobs of Hell. However, that seems to be a misquote of the saying as hot as the hobs of Hell. Either way, as hard as hobs is in common use in these parts, as in “The sandwiches were nice, but the scones were as hard as hobs,”
Of course, it may also mean as hard as the hobs on the sole of a hobnailed boot.
Lay down their spade and spit
In this case, the word spit refers to a type of spade with a long narrow blade, used for digging in clay-heavy earth.
I know where this sod’s heading
A sod is definitively a clod of earth, but it is in common use as a mild expletive to mean a dislikable person. It’s a degree or two less offensive than bastard.
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Joe Young
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Comments (1)
Great poem!