Song on the Moon No. 28 Dec. 10
I saw the full moon this morning
Yellow pancake in the sky
I took it as a warning
It was like a banshee’s cry
For mother’s grave in a cloud
Where 20 Gods now roam
Like bees in a glade singing loud
Like the treasures of a gnome
So I sing to the pancake like a monk
And on my knees I pray
Or as a child sleeping in my bunk
Bed beneath the moon today