A silvered pharynx

The boy is strong now
but five years past
if the moon where his mothers lives
tells me right he was slim
weak pale and happy.
Happy until his tonsils
stroked his happy throat
too hard one night
while he watched his television
scramble naked men and women.
His brother says the moon
where their mother lives had nothing
to do with it
, as next-door,
he played with friends
who can’t recall a damn thing
about why he panted and why he sang
every Sunday, but not at home.
Quite above the Earth
on the moon hides under dust
in a crater the body of a woman
who wept herself dry and walked away.

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~ by Jeremy on July 17, 2009.

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