Mid-Autumn Blood Moon
We cowered under cold and cassia wine
Certain conversations untouched across the dinner table
Hazarding to ascend with offers of cockscomb
Or descend into that garden where women can ask
Flowers to prophesy the number and sex of their children
God or demon, will you anchor or steer?
In the morning on the day after the last sun
I could not say what horns sounded from toad kings' throats
Or faces lifted off the sand with scars burnished by change
Just that
The empurpling horizon teetered across a central pillar
As a great fight raged with archers' stars and the broad sword of wind
Just that
The empurpling horizon teetered across a central pillar
As a great fight raged with archers' stars and the broad sword of wind
In after-sun on morning of last day
Could I not say what sounds off kings and toads
Lift burnished faces sanded by scars
The pilloried, teetering, just
Purpled across changed horizon
As archers and stars with wind and sword fight a broad rage
Pilloried, purple, teetering
Stars with sword and wind fight broad rage
Would it tip toward the future, depositing us on rock, huddled and together?
Or, with the creep of shadow over an unbent Immortal, would it fall
The other side, causing us to slide like mud
Flush into gully
As rain?
Certain conversations untouched across the dinner table
Hazarding to ascend with offers of cockscomb
Or descend into that garden where women can ask
Flowers to prophesy the number and sex of their children
God or demon, will you anchor or steer?
In the morning on the day after the last sun
I could not say what horns sounded from toad kings' throats
Or faces lifted off the sand with scars burnished by change
Just that
The empurpling horizon teetered across a central pillar
As a great fight raged with archers' stars and the broad sword of wind
Just that
The empurpling horizon teetered across a central pillar
As a great fight raged with archers' stars and the broad sword of wind
In after-sun on morning of last day
Could I not say what sounds off kings and toads
Lift burnished faces sanded by scars
The pilloried, teetering, just
Purpled across changed horizon
As archers and stars with wind and sword fight a broad rage
Pilloried, purple, teetering
Stars with sword and wind fight broad rage
Would it tip toward the future, depositing us on rock, huddled and together?
Or, with the creep of shadow over an unbent Immortal, would it fall
The other side, causing us to slide like mud
Flush into gully
As rain?
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Writer(s): Anthony Tao
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