Moon Prayer

26 Mar

White to white
bone to bone
the moon exhales our dust and blood

She turns away from us
back to the black-blown glass
of night.

Earth, fill our lungs with ash
our eyes with clay
stop the blood beating its drum
in our ears
reddening the moon

Leave us alone
To cool down.

And after the half-lives
Half-lived, of dying flowers—
White phosphorus, spent uranium—
Have died away–
After the red dries to rust
After the buildings forget
Our ebbs and eddies
Through sagging lintels
And broken windows
After the wind returns
To knit a sparrow’s bones

In the night’s empty mind
One moonless night
Breathe us anew.

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