AN ISLAND IN THE MOON

No one sleeps in the sky. No one

Not even the still indescribable crocodile.

I used a crocodile head mummified

For a crystal ball, for a little while.

I have come from the countryside.

I do not believe that man is the

Most important thing of all.

The ball of white across the sky

Is why I stay up thru the night:

Occult sensitivities, peril, and flight.

Shadowed in the gibbous pale light.