Moon,
you give a gift of light, orange
on the smoke sky above the parking
lot where they fell, and then fell again,
in the darkness.As the villian smiles,
a river of tears and oil shed for
his abuse, trails behind, and some
fools sail their tarnished cardboard
boats back towards the beginning.
I but swim away in fear, but
someday, with intention.
Not always,
Earth
