poetry 01

moon eater

the drought that ate our crops left emptiness deep like sorrow.

in fields of dry whispers, we knelt, every day and night, to the silent hymn of stsrs above.

one night the sky burned purple fire. everything grew cold. celestial seam unraveled and moon rain quenched parched earth.

the next day the sky became flower fires, swirling blossoms across the vast blue vault burned until it too fell to the ground.

we devoured moon; tasting signs, tasting spirit worlds.

I fell asleep that day and breathed icy purple. it tasted like flowers. the sky burned on fire abblove and they told us not to stare. my family hid in blankets and dreaming fog covered the camp. it was almost unreal. fires burned around us and we lived outside. pain and disease melted in the fog. don't sleep. I did. it was morning. we drank the sky. the sky is falling, some very young children. I hid too. I'm thirteen when this happened. I'll dream. I'll dream real. He stood over to the side and ate some t hing that my mom had given him too. I remember this. it happened all at once and slowly melted away. I've never seen it again.

but the said it would begin. the end of drought, the end of starvation and I want it. I want the sky to fall forever, here, in every prayer. prsyer to moon. prayer to sun. prayer sky fall purple days. prayer for us, who worship sky to eat it forever.