Miners unmoored, swim about their rib cages,Pilot-fish blind,They search for sensible wallsthat whisper: “Yours, the falling, has ended” Weary waitresses … More
Tag: 2010
11th Trans Battalion reunion, Sackbutt at sea
Now we walk the bone-crunching beach The wind, the sunset, the turn to face away The ships at moor in … More
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