Member Poem

Westward pause Yosemite
Nevada Falls tumbles
white the swollen depth;
man founder to the misty dream
or ice-scarred sacred rock?

Or science done
in turn of wing
needle and the hum

ox-blood mane
feather song
crown of darkest rum.

Snap, clap
fire crack;
the hollow waif
ashes in the echo.

Freedom! Freedom! Now!