BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE

Two bats shadowing
the bricks, leaves shaking silence
like tissue paper.
Our sun is a quiet thumb
nudging the moon's arteries.

We are blind, severed
heads tumbled and lost among
wax wings yellowing
in corners of History's
ever-expectant dustbin.

A cycle begins
again:  this sun disappears,
blood drains from its moon,
more stars are born from darkness
to light up our new, sixth world.