Cobalt curtains hide a barren sky spewing fire
His lowered lids hide arid eyes lost before the specter
Parched fields are the only ones that look up for an answer
To a silent sky that banished the clouds forever.
When the Moon is Full
When the moon is full
and bloated with the sins of men
And with the lies that they speak
Then she puts on a jaundiced halo
All Said and Done
After
all that
could have been said
was said.
And
all that
needn’t have been
was also said.
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