Constance
why have they not named you
moon
suspended
anamorphic
empty
void identity
milky calf of Gaia
does anyone crave your sympathy
lantern at night
lunar
satellite
writer’s inspired spine
every human eye ever every generation
has seen you—
studied you
beheld reflected antiquity within you
still wallflower blurry hero
black hole piercing
Io, Ariel
Juliet—
all asteroid hotties
do their planets love them more
than rock and crater
heat and cold—
know their every move
and favorite color and food
so much made a moon name
yet you upon Junkets’ throne—
anonymous companion
nomadic panacea
broken heart
bleeding
presiding forsaken rites
on passed over battlefields
there where men cease writhing
glorious ribbons
patches and pins—
calling ghostly families
searching urgent sky
swallowing for home
there atop icy peak
lost
broken
frozen
mistaken disoriented descent step stranded
except for lunar glow—
touching pacifier
peace of abandoned abyss
there aboard instant shuttle
calamity
transfixed view
of heaven from heaven
of you
dark traveler in limbo
choosing you over home
ending with lit up smiles
in a trail of solid fuel
there in semi-private room divider set
sheers and lots drawn
late between shifts
past visiting hours
basked expiration in comforting luminous flux
morituri te salutant
devoted pearl to pride, parliament
sounder
cete
skulk
nye
and tyrannosaurus rex
celestial crescent counselor
to sunbathed full—
Ramses/Caesars gaze at your face
voyeurs
covetous
and Godly
flimsy moniker intimate requests
made Machiavelli’s patron
of kingdoms and power—
denying her affection
ignored orphan grief
faceless whore
Degas girl
standing opposite interior door
one and only shiny-dry tears
rumored pregnant
sickly green as cheese
and wormy holes
orbiting box seat witness—
blowing each other up
Y2K torn
poisoning all things breathing
riotous and selfish
planet train wreck—
embarrassed to call your name
…do dance in your dust, dear moon
elegant light
no other can match
in mood—
flood me with your beam
and I will name you tonight
and marry you
and honeymoon till
the last of me is spent
Anonymous Sarcophagus 
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