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Poems  by Sea and Moonlight

A Smile
I have a SEED
Somewhere within I am
Hugo
Letter to My Brother Frank
Dictation for a Dictator
An Open Door; Heed It
Toast to You
Gleaming Eyes
Said Ken to Me
Count to Satan
Loneliness
Reflective Voyage
Pick up the Pail
Death Today
Quick Life
Old Man's Whistle
God Is:
Each Season
As If Infinity
One Hears the Tune
Have I forgotten Jesus?
Signed to my Sister
Brain Damage
Church Description
Den
Death in a Jungle
Ten Lines
Nature's Law
It's Still Sad
The Flea Tree
Gain or Lose
Going Away from Here
Nightmare
Talking about People
Towns and their People
Dear, Dear, Dearest
Population
Top Line
Mountains Reach
Upon these Grounds
A Ship?
Let the Timbers Shake
Wladyshaw
Winds of Fate
Sweet Young Girl
Fingers of Nature
The Lord Spoke
The Celtic Told Me
Mary
Poem to Pat
A Free Man
Poem


Our hands, all both healthy and lame, rose up to the heavens,
Rising only to the end of our fingertips.
We are limited.
We are not to be hailed.

Death in the Jungle

Cries that were heard by only the wind.
Sounds from a voice heard only by the trees.
Louder and louder it bellowed until finally thin.
But the louder or thinner it flew, the less the power of the   carrying knees.
Caught in a forest, maybe forever, walking in a wonderland of   nature.
Caught behind the beauty of deadly beast and sober weeds.
Screaming to the skies and looking into the mind, finding it
  naturally immature.
Captured by the mist and the grass and the wind and the
 antagonizing fleas.
Forever to roam in a deep, lonely forest.
Forever doomed to explore, to implore and to live in a deep
 lonely forest.