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TIM VAN DYKE MOON TANTRUM First crush Tree-carved JOLEEN + __________ Coptic scrawl— Work detail— us in the trash pit The trees and nearby river Gravity was constant except where it wasn’t We ran there barefoot in the summer — floated to Heaven Blight of stars— Hell’s light—Xibalba To hug the big blue body of the sky Just to hug her Us trapped in the rain— we floated until the pit was full— all the trash floated and we floated— floated and sank and floated again— To reach that zenith steel sheet— moon tantrum She pulled us out— us blue little white kids We could not pull her out as she sank into her corpse Cancerous red drifted back into the pit Stars above the rain remained A decaying speech act Still The water does not touch us there It never touches the shore |