Necturne (Oarsman and Horseman poem)

Oarsman and Horseman (for Mike)
A man of the shell and the shell of a man,
With a .38 calibre shell in his brains
so hard to tell when all the troubles began,
the days disappear but the sorrow remains.
-Ken Sullivan
Ken Sullivan, solo piano, composer
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