by Mason Crow
Smiling crescent in the Blacken’d Eventide
Swimming like a smile turned grimace
On the jaded spin of a boot-heel
Dizzy with stories of yesteryear
How you hang there in your Glory
Only visible because of reflection
A corona envisioned about you might bring snow
I freakin’ hope so!
Children of the Moon and Stars beneath you
Silly sycophants with rifles cocked and ready
Steady and resolute, misguided and bellicose
Trampling their new existence
Strawberry shakes and Falafel
Chick-peas and Big-Macs
Puddles full of footprints
Wine-stained laundry on the line
Fine, benign, mornin’ time
Stretch and drink in the Sun
Fun to run and tune up for
What screen strikes our fancy?
And so we swim
In a sea of desperation
Nation against nation
On the pad, palm and tele
Paper and Ink twisted into fences
Relentless
What of the moonrise over there
Tools away and mini fires under pots
Kids play
Parents stay
No one to slay
Way
Reason abandoned.
~ MAC – 10-8-2015
