Dream Song 61: Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside


Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside
And the land is celebrating men of war
More or less, less or more.
In valleys, thin on headlands, narrow & wide
Our targets rest. In us we trust. Far, near,
The bivouacs of fear

Are solemn in the moon somewhere tonight,
In turning time. It’s late for gratitude,
An annual, rude
Roar of a moment’s turkey’s ‘Thanks’. Bright & white
Their ordered markers undulate away
Awaiting no day.

Away from us, from Henry’s feel or fail,
Campaigners lie with mouldered toes, disarmed,
Out of order,
With whom we will one. The war is real,
And a sullen glory pauses over them harmed,
Incident to murder.


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Dream Song 61: Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside
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