you did me dirty
midnight moon
but I offer no resentful
or vengeful notes of anger
for your fangs to latch onto
the hand-drawn black box
on the backside of my neck
blocks the only biological gateway
between my own armor
and the glowingness of you
thick black ink
serving as rubber cement
securing the dusty old gate
finally in its resting place
so I will not resort to violence
or misdirected hatred
for only our midnight moon
is left to shimmer
in the fields of our clouds
above where the other brethren
were all cast out of Heaven
leaving only their ugly
dusty vibrant entrails
squirming in the sky
still observable
on our modern telescope
as periscopic mystic codes
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16654891-midnight-moon-by-Colvet
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