Decayéd the sky!
It throbs in black,
And senile the moon,
She sit afraid:
Recall back the stars,
To help the Earth,
Infernal the clime
On darkness day:
Renewed-well the trees,
To breathe us right,
Relighted the stars—
But blackened all—
Refiltered the dirt,
The breeze takes eyes—
But soured the work,
By crows in fall:
Despondent the moon;
The sun is gone:
Decrepit the wave,
On weakened sea;
Uncharted on earth,
Where none belong,
And a wilted land—
The black in skies.
Written Jul 6/21
