Three poems with titles.


Oh, moon
Whose light is
Not of your dominion
Oh, moon
Whose light is
Soft and shy
Oh, moon
Whose craters
Tell of distant chaos
Oh, moon
Reveal your obverse,
Light the darkness
And flood the earth!


Vast and dense
Spread the line
Whose markings
Tell of simpler times
Where finitude
Was King
And the transcendental
Was the Joker
Who cast a shadow
On the soul


The final Horseman
Leaves a pale wake
That blinds and shatters.
Yet I am Man
Who domesticates the Wildebeests,
Declaws the Lions,
And eats the tender flesh of Youth.
I fear You not;
Roam free,
And find me when You will.