Weird, Wild and Wonderful

'The chill of the sea that comes over the side. 
The wind picking up like it’s done many times. 
The rain falling hard on the water that’s boiling. 
The heavens and the oceans move in deep understanding to bring about the final wave.'

'One I’ll always remember among my days at Shapland and Petter, was the day we watched the bridge blow up from the windows across the river. 
All in the same room—didn’t matter if you were porter, foreman or Jack Oliver— watching the same bridge 
fall stone by stone.'

'The thin spring light that came through the windows, still cold 
and holding onto winter, shone upon the factory floor,
shone upon the outraged faces, shone on all 
but the corner that was dark, and that was where the young stag lay, 
still but for his panting.'

'I wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t somewhere among the lights. 
Somewhere in this old horse fair that lights up Monkey Island,
somewhere by the gondolas and the golden dragons 
is the boy I want to find.
Somewhere,
in this, the first place my parents saw
electric light.'

'I sit free by my fire, in which I hear
the bones of my sisters crack.
I am not hung by the neck;
instead a man will hang my picture
from his grand walls when I am dead.
I will be known for the good I shared.'