A Song in Memory of Cormac McCarthy

I saw you walking in the iris of the night. 
Where is your father?
Where is your mother?
I saw you looking over death's shoulder. 
What do you see?
What do you see?
I wish I could have asked you just one question.
Do you see God in your reflection?
Cormac, Cormac, Cormac. 

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