Nagasaki Soul Huffer
One tiptoes, cringing, through a sordid isle
awash in nowhere’s grim, un-Englished sea.
Here scuttlebutt alarmingly reputes
our Prophet-Shaman-Seer to be marooned.
Those sightings of his sole anomaly
least burdened with implausibility
are clustered ’round this slough of mute despond.
By the mighty Tom Bradley.