(December 2014)

Format: Triple

God bless the master of this house
And all who sleep therein
And guard the fens from pirate folk
And keep us from all sin!


This is from “A Carol”

We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
Others might fall, not we, for we were wise—
Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will
We let our servants drug our strength with lies.


This is from “The Covenant”, 1914.

The ships have a thousand eyes
To mark where we come…
But the mirth of a seaport dies
When our blow gets home.


This is from “Tin Fish”.