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Last night in the February dark When the crescent moon, five days toward full, had set He'd had the urge to die. A wife had lain beside him-a child, too. There had been love, hope, in the moonlight. Then what ghost did he see? Or maybe he hadn't slept for days. Now, Iying in the morgue, he He had sought this sleep perhaps. Like a plague rat, maw smeared with frothy blood, neck slack In the bosom of some dingy cranny, now he sleeps.