The Hard Moon

Light from a cold sun
Slantwise on the fallow field
Buzzard up in zenith from where fruits once ripened
And children danced in clockwise circles
Chanting, ode, and keen memento
A vestal fire vespertine
Fending off the boogeyman

Stark nighttime stars
Zodiac-less the polka dots
Over broken weathervanes, a growing shadow

All that's left is bones and footprints
Faintest echo of enchantment
Shards of ancient pottery
The Kali Yuga
And how are we to meet our Maker?
We bit the last One, now He's gone
We're muzzled hounds left in the wild
Howling at the hard moon

Howling...



Credits
Writer(s): Loïc Zev
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