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 pa**ed 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”