1/4 Inch From A Full Moon Poem by Joe Howell

He came thru the ER
then to our ward.

The police brought him in from the bus station,
where he had been for the past two days.
He was praying to Concreate Gods-
Kissing the Queen of Rain.

He was 86, with a birthday in a week.

He cussed me up left and right, not knowing where
he was -nor where he had been.

I wired his heart up, to watch it beat, and I wondered
Who has known Willie, and called him friend?