Into the darkness of another dawn.
All-Men’s Inn
Death is the only host with thoughts so large
He cannot find it in his heart to charge.
He turns no guest away: madame and sir,
This inn has bed for every traveller.
I’ll meet you, emperor—I’ll meet you, clown,
At this last tavern as we leave the town.
The Field Fraternity
When God’s warm justice is revealed—