kid poem

there are three ways in which men take
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
did you ever see an alligator
i am the wind that wavers
are you awake?
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
long ago, in the young moonlight
why do
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
when i was a boy at college
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
under the harvest moon
do not grieve that it is over