Thick and deep brown mud
Covers their boots and drags them back
But they push on
He was from the North
That much they think they know
Did what he does
But left them in the car
So he could use the carpool lane
To travel to this place
Deep South and hidden from the everyday
Tire tracks brushed with dead leaves
The first trace he left behind
But the bones will rise to the surface
From the rotten depths below
This trusting family of three
Whose still unknown act of kindness
Set them on a path beyond this earth
Together in eternity
Now to be washed clean of his crimes
And set free to find peace
In a place he will never know