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Stranded

If you went to the roof of his building at night
lantern lit, swinging it once to the left and three to the right,
they would signal back once to the left and three to the right
over and over these low stars on the sea
shooting once to the left and three to the right
these stranded workers on ice, no possibility —
but to wait for the light once to the left and three to the right
ready again — for him to feed of their waning vitality.