You could at least have worn a hat
Visiting your brother in this cold!
Part of your scalp got left
On a headstone and I must
Pull this wound together with
Its stiff white hairs. 
Even in February, six sleepers weren’t 
Enough for you to snuggle into. 
Another day, ready for your people, 
You might have entered the woods 
To seek them and let the cold take you. 
As it is, people saw you go down
And well-meaning brought you to this
Warm room
With its blue walls
And strange family. 

                               
             

          In Minnesota Medicine 1990;73(2):25