January 20, 2025
Behind dark mountains at dusk, the white god rises.
Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises.
During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.
She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises.
Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of new moon?
While she begins slowly to rust, the white god rises.
After the big snow, her old home was a moonscape.
Look! As her hands turn to dust, the white god rises.
Naked, alone, she dances the dark of the moon,
dances the dark and the just. The white god rises.
Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises.
During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.
She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises.
Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of new moon?
While she begins slowly to rust, the white god rises.
After the big snow, her old home was a moonscape.
Look! As her hands turn to dust, the white god rises.
Naked, alone, she dances the dark of the moon,
dances the dark and the just. The white god rises.
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash
