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.