BROTHER 13


I come in peace
to Lazarus Point
to save the old souls

The granite split over millions of years. The water mass attacks the land mass. The rocks are flattened into stone tables. Landing sites. An altar for the brutal people?

A presence in the standing firs is stalking the seniors in their cabins. They fought the darkness and the swooping eagles. Now there are lights at the cross roads. The guides speak ill of this place.


I come in peace
to Lazarus Point
to save the old souls

"Lights in the wood. . ." All old Norm remembers. Guys from the university came up in a float plane. "Ask him about the stalking. . ." But he wouldn't talk any more. The dead trees talk. They tell the same old story. The clearing in the firs. The burnt circle.

I came as Brother Thirteen
to Lazarus Point
to save the lost planet

In the glades the light split right open. You could walk right into it. I could be stalking the Sister in the burning circle. I could bring it on down, down, to save the lost souls buried in the trailer park, the tattooed girls in the art bar, the lost fishers of the white crab god, as the rocks collapse around them and light splits through the granite.


I come again and again
to Lazarus Point
saving the lost sister