Humanity, high yielding - self seeding

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

by John McCrae,

May 1915

Loitering with Intent

This Gumshoe detective seems to be in two minds about what to do next.

Standing, waiting, thinking, what is this guy intending, in his film noir - Mickey Spillane attire to do next?
Is that a street post in Papua New Guinea he's leaning on or is this Gumshoe's Pacific equivalent of the Maltese Falcon. I wonder if he's not hiding a precious, fragile intent in his heart which he shields as he scans his psychological landscape.

Gumshoe is another from the Snakeskin Sketchbook series of drawings.