The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Lunar Collisions

Dapples the inky chill 
the icey breath across rusted metal
the incoming powerlessness 
capitalistic pike to the gut
grim against the scintillations of the sallow
two-facedly absent and adrift
klaxons were unleashed 
to lilliputian avail
as ant islands swarm the aftermath
all too ready to drown for the dowager moon.
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