by Baginbun
perchance we
strayed with
out the mercy
of the day
bewildered by
a sickle moon's
untender mercies
drew us close to
shifting sands
beneath defile
and wide
seductive bay
so as that night
as more before
since sucked us
to our deaths
we cried out in
the unhearing night
the mist on curling
shore whisp whispered
in reply a lone dog
barked its fright
and we went down
down down slowly
down unmarked unmoving
but O how greatly
grieved beside the
Hook's unfaltering
light

10/30/2006