Study in Black Poem by Rickey Laurentiis

Tu Fu, "Thoughts While Traveling at Night"
There's a wind in the grass — 
Is there here
a boat's mast claiming my lonely night too?
I see the stars
can't be called hanged, exactly,
just hanging down,
not over emptiness, but honest ground,
the moon trying the black skin of this river, black corpse    ...    
But, even plainer — 
I wonder if these words, my words,
will ever bring me fame.
I have my age, my injuries. They limit me.
I'm like some spook bird
I know, solo and roped between
where rotting happens and a sky.