The brittle moon of the winter solstice
beckoned like a distant star.
Guards on red sand stone ledges
Shadows make lonely company
The merriment in my soul
scattered across the land like egg shells.
Looking at the strangeness and its consequences
Swords of light flew from the sea
Petroleum pervaded the air
The heaped remains of scattered stories
Civilization and nature waged in war
Like fingers squeezing the pit from a cherry