Come to Rock City,It’s ever so prettyFor those who dig stonesOr dust and dry bones.
Jerusalem10 June 1995
Thank God I could a kindred spirit meet, When stalked
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