Bruce Robinson
Super Moon
Soon there will be beaujolais nouveau
parties, le beaujolais nouveau
est arrivé, at Bleu Provence (the
moon says so) and we will pair
wine with cheese, now pare
the cheese with data
and we will parse the bullet
we did not dodge and that tracks
its way around a calendar, now
isn’t that just like a moon, no reason
to believe me, not really,
took us long enough, like a celestial
stone that’s had it up to here
<Your connection was interrupted An
internet change was detected>
with its relationship the moon
lumes large tonight, well, happens all the time,
even here in this country where hundreds
of thousands and yes we’re still counting
died so that others could covet property,
was their ardor aspirational,
and those who survived persisted
as did their children, and, all right,
you get the drift, which from all appearances
continues to persist, our tidal messiness,
which, and we shouldn’t like to hear this,
is possibly our strength but tonight
just fails to seem so, even by the light
or, well, despite the light, of a beleaguered moon.
Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears or is forthcoming in Mobius, Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, Panoply, and Pangyrus.
SUBMIT to What Rough Beast via our SUBMITTABLE site.