Condemned

I walk alone at dusk.  I hear a loon

And watch a swaying field of silver grass --

A silent dance to worship mystic moon.

The dancers stand aside to let me pass.

I too would dance in silence, I would glow

With silver rapture; but singly I must go.

Ignored by sylvan dancers to the moon,

Cast out to walk in darkness, all alone

I stand, and start the death walk with the loon,

His brother in his loneliness.  We'll moan

Our saddest hymn, our strange and futile song

To praise a world to which we don't belong.

                                     - Lamar Review, 1964