The Hearse

While driving down a country road,

          Being followed by a hearse

I saw our image in a field and thought,

          Which shadow cast is worst?

  For what’s to fear, this onyx clown

          While followed in my car…

When actually we’re followed

 All through life and twice as far.  

Yet still I found no comfort

    As light flickered through the trees.

I'm passing through this landscape

    Much like any passing breeze.