RED MUSE POEMS  

The Vet

Wind across the denuded lake; scent of oily fish rises up.
A woman has left the shore with a rock. She thinks, "something 
could drive all things mad, kill them, but it won't move stones in and out
of the broken world."

A man in despair because he had been alive too long, says that as a young man
"I see the GI's take the little Korean girls in the sorrowful town of Pusan."

He told his tale and entered the blue morning through stammering caws of the exotic
                  birds.