I am old chinese fireworks
Lit to fly and ready to burst
Handcarved dragon maw to the moon
Not a fire in a sky too low, too soon.
Not falling flames for the world
     To wonder,
          And splendor,
               Then routinely return
To that smoke
              stack
             stacked
                             for Mars.
     "Man, we're gonna need that moon sometime soon"
     "Yup, since we're already almost halfway there,"
                 they
                         say.
Was the last I heard before
                                           my fuse.
Turned to fuel for a change of language
     As I seek to speak
With Lady Luna's gentle carriage
We came to an agreement,
                                               a little one sided,
Cause she is always oh so terribly inviting,
Now falling fragments for the world
     To quake in its plates
          And gush its wailing gale
               Then her waters roil a riot
Upon smouldering creatures
That have got coal for eyes,
      And gold for glasses,
Blind.
     To this Earthen texture of past masses
Mastering textiles upon any form, or ghost,, of carcass,,,
Although Gaia may bury and forget
I must reveal Luna's barren
                                                parapet
As­ a flame is all that I see
Ways to show what a flame can be
Earth learns to burn, for me, and we.
Yet little, brittle, Mother Moon belongs to the sea.