11 maja 2022
Repealing The Command
Like sheltered, as in fist,
the firefly―
my poem shudders
in your cavernous eyes.
You will not bend down,
to pick up the dropped
coin of moon.
A benign lump
refuses to melt for a
speckled beam of light.
The charred bones
of the burnt-out church,
wait for the second coming.
There was no
curtain drop. Everything
will happen before the weeping grass.
The father and son,
were both guilty― of killing
the mother moth.
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