moon scream

and the moon screams in red-rimmed desperation
blood surging from the craters of man's footprints to stain a dying earth
it wails to souls like mine and yours (rouse the world!) to split open
the silent night and shout truth in every ear of our deaf race

but my voice is a long-dead star gone to rest in the grave of skies
with hope and those beautiful things
someone else (moon-minded and with a mad-wordlove) can wake humanity
after only fifteen years, i am too world-weary to even cry

meanwhile, the moon still screams