with pluck&
ploom he
plays
he stirreth the fire
that breathe not
ten hands did perish
in outward gloom
with myre and woe
he faced
his
north
and your south
musket ball &rod
his breeches undone
and yet
was scorned by wythering
lookes
he stole a boat and was caught
by johnson's landing
three months in the grey
hotel
and not knowing him
coming out