A new moon rising

I saw the Moon in skinned out sky,
decapitated as a rooster,
it spattered light on clouds ply,
on ghostly clouds been roasted.

Prevailing, there's a pan of Earth,
and lightning produced its fire,
as genuine Moon’s crucifier   
to which it nailed as to the cross.

The burst of flashes, vivid glinting -
they looked like sawdust of the stars 
sawed up in debris, and the tinting
dwarfed the glory of the Mars. 

And I got it - a new moon rising
to which the Earth and Sky gave birth; 
and who’d been there the first,   
God knew it better by His wising.
09.05.2019 г.
 


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