from There. Here.

Eclipse in War Time

The sky is dangerous
as history, the moon
is being eaten
by the great cat

The moon is becoming
invisible, something
not-there, a squib
of yellow, vanishing

The moon lingers
through its invisibility
the way a beaten pup
howls from a basement.
Here Here Here.

The moon returns
like a corpse
arranged for viewing
behind a red silk shadow
which is the earth, our earth.