The (Dead) Moon

Posted by  Been
January 17, 2014

Once upon an eve

the moon bled out of the sky

trailing injury down sickened clouds

to gather in clotting puddles

in the street

Wind howled desolately

and all the trees bent double

but nobody saw them weeping

in the absolute sin-black dark

of a moonless



The murder, as it happened, was a crime of passion

the weapon a fevered intent

and the culprits all unwitting

as the echo

of a million times a million breathless voices

trembled the eulogy

"I’ll pull the moon out of the sky for you"

Copyright Corinne Simpson

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