RED MOONS

I might have felt the moon,
Last night
Rake sharp red claws on black
Might have felt the rip in
tapestries
Viewed the ruby weals carved
On life's scarred back

Might have viewed this scene
With all my eyes
Might have heard the horror
In a cosmos cry, for

I saw her eat the silvered stars
Saw her stamp down Saturn
And kick far mars, and
I know tis she that swallows
earth
Demanding payments of a
Death for a birth, yes

I might have known the moon,
Last night
Felt her plunder all she sought
To take
Known a searing pain within
My soul
For she tore from me roughly
What was once all my own

And when the woe of dawn
Appeared in rage, set
To cut that moon, from her
torn sky cage
Were nothing left much now
Worth to save, for
All hope did lay dead, in
A blood red grave

M P 11/2/21