What does the moon say, for the role / it plays in this? Stars / / sing through the back-cloth, / but the moon remains an orb of silence. / / Such is its vacuum it has sucked in / all the unsaid, all the reticence, / / lost words of peace, swallowed apologies. / It sets them into lead a...

There is a victory parade moving through the city, / in dress-down garb to look like us, / in its cavalcade of mid-price family sedans, / because the limos, black-lacquered like miso bowls, / are stabled away, the tunics on racks in warehouses / because it is too soon for the trappings of the f...