rising light— 
clouds effervesce along
day's plimsoll line
crescent moon
a smile of benevolence
goes awry
grey matter 
on an intercept course
between seer and seen
after a spent day
words sink back into the slime
of their origin
deep prayer
spring water rises
everywhere
the stillness
after the birth
unravelling star charts
All Soul's Day
the combatants tally up
their losses
cancer ward
nothing imagined now
is not the moon
 
in memory of H. Gene Murtha 
star gazing—
the emptiness
of it all
fallow ground—
harrowing the hell
of being