Lunar Ruin

A husk of a moon, wafer thin, emptied of romance
Its craters long fallen to alien eggs
nocturnals plagued by vacuous painful hunger

Someone jumped from the edge of a hill, onto a yellow waxen penny
Landing to find it an empty rabbit warren
With all life already run towards the sun

The indulgent magic of a spectacled moon
a distant decadence in the bare bones we inhabit


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