She awakens in the night
He slyly slips through an unlocked window
She turns to her infant's sibilant slumbering,
wondering where the world will take them
He pauses to illuminate
the room in which he finds himself
in which, in some sense, he has always found himself
the moon watches
She caresses her child
He silently ascends the stairs
to the floor above
She, a lonely, lovely maiden
He, with many a burden laden
and the promise of a death entices him
if not that of another, his own
He approaches a second stair
She, no longer unaware,
is now awake, and hears a noise
she clutches at her infant
the moon watches
She steals softly from the bed,
child-in-arms,
light streaming through the windows
from distant Selene
He slinks about, unseen
the moon watches(doesn't it always
watch these things)
She searches for a disturbance
(was it the water heater? could be
one can never be too safe)
He comes to the uppermost floor
She finds an unlocked window
in her basement
He comes to the bedroom door
She locks the window,
gazing into the desert night
thinking, isn't phoenix pretty this time of year
He pauses, unsure
She carries her child back to bed, gently,
tenderly
He breathes deeply,
steels his will,
bursts into the room
She falls back asleep
He finds nothing but an empty bed
She rests peacefully
He stares onto the montana landscape,
cursing himself for
choosing to kill in the one place
no one lives
the moon watches
He never wanted to live anyway
One feared she might find evil near
Another sought to find it out
Perhaps each would, at some other moonlit time
But for now, the moon watched the maiden sleep
And watched the drained and broken man cry
into a dark and unmoved sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem