We were camping in the desert,   Near some old mines,   For a week we walked around   the deserted old shafts:   that’s when we found the body.   It was covered in dirt and gravel.   The only thing showing were the feet:   one shoe on, the other just a worn out sock   My dad uncovered him, said the boy wasn’t even twenty   Black eyes, broken nose, teeth missing.   He wore a red flannel coat, but he wore no pants.   Dad said he’d probably been dead the last couple days   Cos there was no smell, and you could still see life   Life in his face      We drove into town   We called the police   We watched them, as they took the body away   We stayed the night   In a roadside motel   Dad had a bottle of old crow and he finished it   As he lay passed out, I knew I’d never sleep   Cos it could have been my dad or me   They ended up calling   “The incident at Conklin Creek”