This one from Shepherd off the new Anais Mitchell album....
"The storm was o’er within the hour,
The shepherd saw the sun come out.
The shepherd’s wife saw ne’er again,
He buried her and the babe within.

He turned the seed into the ground,
He brought the flock to feed thereon.
He held the cleaver and the plow,
And the shepherd’s work was never done."

Particularly that last verse, it so completely un-melodramatic and all the more devastating for it.

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