Red Moon (a poem)

Red moon, where did you come from?

Red moon, what do you want?

I offered my children

I ignored your taunts

What more could you ask for?

Must you always flaunt

and remind me I’m an earth-bound servant

in the killing fields

my servitude is permanent

my fate is sealed

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Pull the Moon Down (a poem)

shoot this arrow into

the starry night sky

& pull the moon down

it’s pale & useless

it offends my sensibilities –

i want death-sleep &

complete darkness

(Photo by Wai Siew on Unsplash)