Zest Lit Issue 2, October 2013 - Page 115

The Painful Truth, Hard to Admit | Morgan O’Connor

The passing Moon is love

full then thin

repeating

very few notice

barely a proud eclipse.

The aging Sun blazes bitter

high in anger and regret,

scarring noses, scalding scalps,

carving wrinkles,

generally wreaking havoc.

Earth, a sad abused woman,

gave life, shat on,

became an old uncared for cow

squirting milk into greedy mouths.

The Soul, a personal deity,

neglected, tortured, filled

with glassy wisdom and nothing else.

Then, a blink

and it all goes pointlessly away.