"by gee! you make that look easy, fella"
and i just rolled out a goofy grin, all glad...

maroon, and mottled.
stem worn thin...

Before the spurred skin of Grendel came, 'his...
before the drifting murderer, Cain... what forces...

The night air slides in again
Full pike and plumb on...

The humid night, thick as tar,
Dripping from a bloodied star...

Les Darcy was a battler,
a bone rattler from Maitland...

and muted, like the root that digs
a deep exclusive quiet clay...

For if mine were a voice of the music of light,
and there on stony shores and craggy cusps...

Bury your mistakes with me:
like true forgiveness, I am there...