The Moon As My Witness Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The language of the stars
Is besmirched by the farce.

The sluggish pace
And lucid sojourns
Of two stars, unfettered
To the azure
And fretting until the
Collision conspires
And melds them in a
Noble, celestial union.

The moon slithers in silence
And the thick augured
Clouds
Clad the moon with
The enmity of the lost planets.

A star advances,
And the other waits
In an amaranthine anticipation…

The constellations are
Under duress,
The cicadas are veiled
As they croon through the grass,
The moon, brazen,
As my witness.