Sunday, March 29, 2015

when the moon goes wrong


that child
stuffed his empty places
with the pain
that milled around him

~children.
~elders.
~in-betweeners.
donors all.

infused agonies
seared and softened
parched nerves -
empathy by immersion

decades later,
lives later,
the fire sings to him
like dram to its drunk

when the moon goes wrong

and the darkness clots
and pools between his toes.

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