Issue 31, Issue 31 Poetry, Poetry By BORIS DRALYUK for Ange Mlinko Of C. H. Krumm—Charles Harrison, or Harry—a single trace remains on Catalina,so oxidized, so salt-worn I could barelymake out the name. How many must have seen itwhile rambling from or trudging to the ferryand given it no mind, no second look?Lone lettered slat, corroded tongue depressor,marking the island’s only casualtyof the Great War.