The moon creeps over Mt Rainier
with a treacherous orange glow
from nearby forest fires
I find it terrifying
The winged rats on the pier
get fat from leftovers at the fish places
that tourists gleefully toss at them
instead of their fellow man
Suddenly the moon looks like it's more of a
friend than these scum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm real into the moon and trains when it comes to poetry and song. Not sure why. Jonny likey.