Dying alone on foreign ground,
death gripped his blessed hand
Raging hard across the pond,
Manhattan, his last stand
An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown
His words cast free into the dark,
that ‘Good Night' now his own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2017)
'Dylan Marlais Thomas'
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