all saints day
light's cathedral
of clouds

communion host
for a moment I shed
isolation 

night ravishes
the disconnection
between stars

east to west
haiku blown along
the scenic route

over dew
the rising sun
of the future

after dusk
a noonday demon's
'twick or tweet'

all saints day
a cathedral of light
on its knees

stellar crux 
scared no longer
sacred scars

All Soul's Day
a star's understudy
in the wings

this light
from Aldebaran
at my birth

at last
with twilit birds
the stillness

city rain—
a downtrodden moon
underfoot

errant breeze
child and laureate 
chase the same words
 

against the ropes
a city loses
its flavour

turbulent mist—
all that is to become
lost in becoming

denatured love . . .
avarice ages into
its majority
 

on the altar
intoning incense
holy fire

on Gallipoli
the cannon fodder
of empire

be this
merciful as I am
imperfect

democratic might
fighting for the right to kill
without compunction