Silent Moon Poem by Bull Hawking

Silent moon and wan
What did we lose
Was it our fuse
Or was it pounds
Or loot of greater cost
Was it our tongue
Words strangely kept
Locked in treasured chest
Or drawer of the heart
That lured love's arrow
From it's mark
Made it bedroom furniture
Instead of passion's flame
Made it bed's post rather than love's note
I don't see to be your pallid don
Nor my works rise above the din
My card was played in the silver of your night
My guns have traveled
To a place where goats do roam
To a place where goats do roam