2015/04/22

The Pieces of the Moon

It shattered in the sky.
Clattered among the stars and heaps of nothingness.
Light bled

Through the cracks, pumping to Earth
In a steady beat
Of overwhelming heat.

It was in pieces. Neat
Bite-sized crumbs which I reached into the clouds
And took

And let weigh down my pant pockets.
Greed blinded me.
I took the final piece between my prints

And it burned my fingers.
It was beautiful to look at
As I sank.


Shelby Traynor (Western Australia)

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