Hunger Moon
Nauseous yellow,
deliberate,
and rising above
dying limbs.
Hungry, and full
it looms over,
watching the wicked
grow wings.
Some say the Moon
was once a piece of the Earth,
that during the fetal stages of
the solar nebula, it simply
span off, like a drunk dancing
in circles, his beer flung
from dizzy hands.
Others say that the Moon
followed the Earth home,
and was kept in the might
of gravity.
And yet, the theory I like
best is: Two angry, molten
planetesimals collided right
in our front yard and fought
for the Iron heart that
eventually got pulled inside
our world; explaining the
difference in composition
between the hungry,
and the greedy.
The wicked,
and the solemn
looking down at us,
waiting for another fight.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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