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Moon Path

Perseus, St George, James Bond
You kept mining the opals of
My pre-history
Your methods were unkind
Red-inked calligraphy of my skin
Was a foreign language to you

The ocean sun couldn't release
A golden babe out of the pyre
Only Hecate unveiled black ocean waves
And a doorway of moonlight
No heliotrope fell from the sky

No savior, only silence, moon amnesia
Sometimes I saw skulls in the moon
A bullet to the back of my head
A faded black goat in my ancestral 
Tapestry or else tall shiny towers
In otherworldly mists

''We are children of Mars''
You said one day. I cared little
Moon vapors enveloped me
Like a blue mantle of Venus
Moon poodles guided me
Through sterile cruel sunlight
Yet they were no wolves
 
It was a start


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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