Poem – “Blood Moon”

Blood Moon

Blood of the moon she softly needles free
It seeps into the tar galactic night, the red clouds
Like a warning siren in an abandoned ward

Which is the eclipse and which is the stain?
The barbed wire dividing great pain and eternal beauty
Have been severed by the sword of the reaper

©S. M. Shuford 2018
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