-Excerpts from narrative poems
On the deck, our sad eyes
Staring at the scene in the storm
The stern ploughed out a rough track.
The winding forest is green.
The chickens huddled under the cart.
The cow hid behind the hut.
Sows run with grass in their mouths.
The spray splashed on the bow.
The victims were stunned one by one.
The old helmsman stood in front.
It suddenly dawned on me.
Climb up the river bank silently
Probably because Mark's novels are so good, poetry is a little hard to find.