NIGHT IN MAY
The sky puts
garlands of little lights
atop the minarets
PILGRIMMAGE
Hunkering
in these bowels
of rubble
hour on hour
I have dragged
my carcass
worn by mud
like a boot sole
or like a seed
of hawthorn
Ungaretti
man of pain
all you need for courage
is one mirage
Over there
a searchlight
sets a sea
into the fog
Lone Tree Gully, August 16, 1916
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