When There are No Words

solemn and stately

the moon spotlights

unspeakable carnage

slaughtering barrage

that obliterates luminosity.

silvered rays highlight

massacre and aftermath

bodies and belongings

littering a field

as if lives are to be

collected with the trash.

the old man in the moon

closes his weary eyes

bewildered beyond

his ancient wisdom

while coopted ostriches

bury their heads

in deep dark pockets.

the moon rises again tonight

dragging aggrieved heart

to his designated place

ablaze with consternation.

no matter how brightly he shines

this defies illumination.









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