The Heart (Devoid)


there was a fly away moon                      that one night

that didn’t set until all were gathered in

whether it was summoned I couldn’t say

it could have been grace

it could have been a passing reflection

of the dying

it could have been the fiery sky held it

its light upon the sea

of course we knew that the heart could be devoid …

so many are turned away when everything has been lost

while so many watch / from a soft pleasure palace

                                                    built on stolen bones


so many escape the land

and then

cannot escape the sea