- nasa -

A FINAL FINGERCLIP OF MOON

crossed her window
and the executioner came.

I counted seven sirens

between the melted sun

and 3:13 am

when my lady - her sleepy children reading comics

in the waiting room

because the head nurse called -

took her dying briefly,

O so completely.

Draglines worked a channel somewhere

as I went to tell the children

and take us home.