Metalmoon

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open
Plain
Where tall trees stand silver bright
Casting long the shade
Land of desolation in a dream

Here no wind blows
Nor winters into springtime grow
Here all is everlasting night
Where only sheath winged insects fly
Through silhouettes of leafless trees
Against a deep red sky

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open
Plain
Move again
To where glass dewdrops
On steel girders gleam
Reflecting all
That can be seen
Converging lines
That streets had been
In silence

Here no bird cries
Nor mothers dry their childrens eyes
Here only metal
Blued
Survives
Against a deep red sky

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open
Plain
To the future
Will explain

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Egal Bohen