We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads...

He
died with...

Afloat lonely seas,
jousting radically heavy forces...

The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...

Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...

Hornblower on Deck (sonnet)
Horatio, why stalk this quarterdeck...

You have tamed this small beast
who came to us bedraggled...

I lay here next to you
with death between us...

Ever the hero lacks true strength
when she is young and still untested...

This trip was cursed from the start
with early wake-up, sleepy drive...

I should not need fear
being grateful for blessings...

Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...