A Baleful Light
Sorrow circle back,
you bury it, ask the moon to bless it
and then again that same moon
comes looking for you;
you see by its baleful light
that the grave is still open.
King Kong loved a little lady,
big mistake.
At night he listens
to the vicious buzzing of bi-planes,
and though his eyes are dry
he weeps.
You need to be the forgotten one
if you want to forget.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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