If

In that extended passage of time I stood vindicated of my crime Handicapped by the pauper’s disease And by fate and nature’s fees Tears and sweat were the waters of brine Preservative of dreams like a lonely fisherman’s line For the man that is lost to the bearings of love Sails the seven seas for…

May Day/ 1st May

In a laborer’s eyes Are irises sculpted of phosphorus Burning endlessly As┬áred fever