I might bargain all
the moments of my life,
but none of yours are given.
There is no ransom
I could pay to have
your seconds gone, enlivened.
If the

Written in honor of the fallen upon the fields of foreign soil; as a tribute to the poets of World War I, whose elegiac, somber, transcendent words beg us to

Youtwo are sobusy.
I feel the brightdawn
of a newsomething
only youboth bring.
Gehry’s Luma is lunatic,
but your construction is sane.
The bricks and mortar
of bigtrips and biggerlove.

Across the moor where
the peat and water pour
in tangled hummocks like
green stepping stones or
deadly nests that beckon
the unwary to alight
where even birds
refuse to

The settting of this poem is Merryall Cemetery, located in Bradford County, Wyalusing, Pennsylvania. The curious, if not ironic name derives from land purchased from Warrum Kingsley in 1788 by