Austin by: Kata Fountain, Photograph, 2009.
Eclipse
by: Nichole Denise Massa
The moon drips down into
the flowers summer gray
and owls squawk
and crows howl
into the moon they see
the blood red ashes of
angels committing suicide amongst
devils getting lost in nothing
forgetting their places in the world
falling towards the blackness
that shines light into souls
Woe is me?! You’re mistaken. Woe is He!
He who forgets the wild ones
stomping through those flowers
summer gray eating bits of stars
and swallowing the dust after
crushing fates and destiny
while mermaids giggle the rhymes
men need to forget the
blackened blood of marching soldiers
who drip up to the moon