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