The moon in his palm
He thinks himself a god
How can he be so calm?
Our feelings, he disregards
He can crush the moon
In an instant, just like that
Leave fragments strewn
Floating like acrobats
The moon-ruler must be stopped
Or it’ll be darkness for us
On earth, we feel mocked
Our beloved moon could be
Gone with just one thrust
(Photo by jasper benning on Unsplash)
wow – I love how you referenced that previous poem of yours, Nick – it totally put the whole piece into context!
<3
David
Thank you, David! I was actually inspired by the picture of the moon in someone’s hands. But yes, I suppose we’d all be in literal and mental darkness if the moon was obliterated!