The Dark - by
If you think of the dark
/ as a black park
/ and the moon as a bounced ball,
/ then there’s nothing to be frightened…
If you think of the dark
/ as a black park
/ and the moon as a bounced ball,
/ then there’s nothing to be frightened…
Moonpoison, mullock of sacrifice,
/ Suffuses the veins of the eyes
/ Till the retina, mooncoloured,
/ Sees the sideways motion of the cretin crab
/ Hued thus…
It is my two-year-old daughter’s first total lunar eclipse. We light butter
/ lamps and offer special prayers. My father thumbs…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
/ In a beautiful pea-green boat,
/ They took some honey, and plenty…