(J) the moon forgets the day she was hung
up in the sky with comet chains; rung
like fingers, rings and bells among
...
every sultry blackscreen of purple-hot tar;
bathe the sins of each marble-hot star
[like cosmic change spread 'cross a bar] (1)
,
so screaming ¿redwhite? rockets dine in shame
of their solar jurisdiction! their lunar game
ignites the dame's afterburning blame