Neva Buck

Will sound, then the Lord's face will luminesce
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Where, as I discover as I go through
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
I draw near to one of them, the lowest,
Of observation lying on the ground
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Unreadable from behind they are well down
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
High on this surface, guarding the edge of Père
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend