In bitter nightIn bitter nighton the trailas tangledas a human heartand ugly-a painting oncehung againsta blue black sky,crookedlycompelling...The smellof thawing Moosencouragedby spring spirits -wait! an animalpassed here -not a man for yearsthrough thegentle windand thestinging tears...A hero liesburiedin that sinkingstinking swampof a century -maybe morehas passedat last...Forgottenman andfamileswho neverwalk andtalk ofbarricadesand battlenext to dead men's heartsrest here...The bleary starstwinkleon and offin rhythmto my footfall -look up, look down...this is a townof the deadyetspiritshangfast todre