Poem: Exploring the Nature of Human History

“The Moon’s glory softly covers the corpses of history with paleness.”

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Mark Tegethoff

Anonymous

New Moon. Waxing Crescent. First Quarter. Waxing Gibbous. Full Moon. 

Full Moon. Waning Gibbous. Third Quarter. Waning Crescent. New Moon.

Inner core of the swamp. Pearl white fog. Shadows hide somewhere. 

At that hour on that day of that month in that year

The Moon’s glory softly covers the corpses of history with paleness. 

Sorting out their costumes. Putting a white veil on their faces. 

Gently. Whispering. Like treating the beloved. 

You love controlling by holding every kite’s string, don’t you.

That’s heavy-duty. 

You could have twisted it and got rid of it by rushing into another kite’s pawn.

Why not.

It’s much easier.