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wizemanbob — Winged Mooncalf
#moon #poetry
Published: 2014-10-11 21:53:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 29; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Mountain bird, mountain bird,why do you hate the moon?
You curse and squawk and
screech and still the moon
spies on you
find round eggs to smash,
tear shells and hurl yolks
at the thirsty ground.
The moon looks down as
you scratch its effigy in the dirt,
carve its likeness out of mud,
build its model with soft clay,
weave idols with grass and twigs.
Then raze, demolish, extirpate
crush, destroy, eradicate, and
wholly--fully--annihilate your
figurines, little likenesses of
the moon as it peers down at
you. That face which will
not flinch or turn away from
a mountain bird who hates
and hates and hates it so.
The moon does not care
how many times you try
to swat it from the sky by
dashing its likeness from
the still waters that lie
like you, beneath it.
