Cosmic Exile

Michael Peach

Could it be that ungrateful Man is doomed
To wander tragically in space
Till God, through nature, restores his home?

Jerusalem
3 December 1995

If I again could walk, For peace I’d use my

The milk and cream of human kindness ease The bullish

Despite the ATVs and motorbikes That shake my fragile balance

Like all the kindest men’s in history, Will’s anima was

In his sonnets Will’s narrator loves a manPlatonically; for he’s

How ironic and poetically just That the blatant ethnic-cleansing And