The Moon is Dying

The Moon is dying.

She’s floating, swimming, struggling,

in a space too large to fathom

and no god to save her.

She’s been wrecked and ravaged,

pockmarked, abused —

but she still sings,

perhaps for the friend

poised by her side

their endless chant,

a call-and-response

I am tired       
I am here
I feel pain
I am here
I am dying
I am here

And so they circle

and watch


and wait

dream of revolutions,

the ebb and flow of days —

pray the sun stays warm on their backs.

Photo from For more, see “Moon the humpback whale completes 5,000km journey – with a broken back.”

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