I saw the moon last night
white and red
that newspapers said
had clearly bled
and aroused a nest
of Nostradamus nutters
who chorused cataclysm
famine and fire
and other things
completely dire
astrologers to the barricades!
pitchfork the panic
crowbar the flood
to fit the glove
of a gladhanding, smiling
and deceitful god
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