pastor appreciation poem

are you awake?
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
by the shore, by the sea
the ships are lying in the bay
tripping up, falling down
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
this is the arsenal
babylon-where i go dreaming
he speaks not well
out of the deep and the dark
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
night is dark, and the winter winds