Confidante: Fourth Wake

Posted by ractrose on 27 Nov 2018 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Wake     Confidante   Travel, if that were the cause of it A career of amputating limbs…a bent Towards a ruthless, curious, yearning to experiment Perhaps an inclination when he spoke Of all humanity’s being one To place himself outside of it Howitt, the only friend I’d known   Wake’s […]