the chocolate moon
spread its faint burnt glow
over 1/2 the Western Hemisphere
digging out the last remnants of self
to salute this disruption
in our energies and our creations
what will come...no doubt...will have
its own violent twist of judgment
and justice will be a mercy if you get it...
but I have little at the moment to do
but stare at the ruby-ringed smudge
(from our kitchen window too no less...)
when a world was changed but no one
suspected a thing when they woke....
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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