Stillborn

The Moonlight Bed by Jacek Yerka 2002

[The Moonlight Bed, Jacek Yerka, 2002]

Stillborn

The moon hangs down

nearly breaking the dark

membrane of sky.

Halfway here and halfway

out there, in some wide

pulse of space beyond a skin of sky

a scrim of charcoal, chalked tissue, distended moon hangs

as if some creature, fingering

a luminous gel-stone, lost

interest in the thing and dropped it.

So the slighted moonstone pleads

pendulous to the pull of the ground.

And the whole sky labors

like a woman to drop

a life from her body.

But it cannot get

down, netted as it is in wet

skin,

cannot sluice through that

indifference into

this.

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