Moon's, For Christ's Sake! Poem by james watkin

Moon's, For Christ's Sake!



Lays open a ruin, more;
Its ghastly aspect.
A life, this light too. Crumbling,
Wretched inside; with its legs for
Old pillars, stumbling

To fall, blind drunk. Unto
Its own stone-dead state.
Lone-left, and as stark, forgot
Sinister, insidious
A moon-shone grave-plot.

Thursday, November 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: moon,light
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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