half-moon is enough
to submit my senses
twitch my feet back
into hellfire and bat
a spec of brimstone
away from the fore
but our humanity
is never enough to
inherit the mammon
poured into our ears
as we need to know
who or what does tilt
the invisible vessel
and why they lied
this one packs a punch.esp lines 7-10.bravo!
ReplyDeleteSuperb!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Great work, Matt, you're throwing out the questions and forcing the reader to think - love it.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. It hovered just out of reach. The perfect place for a poem :)
ReplyDeletecool poem - dig the flow.
ReplyDeleteSuper dig.
ReplyDeletethis is tight Matt,
ReplyDeleteI'm always up for a stylish moon poem!
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