Peculiar Moon

The peculiar moon is bending,
offering its cup;
but this is not a genuflection.

I’m thirsty, yes.
And I am rising up,
but why should it bow to me?

Though all hope of the art is dead
in nights of lead
it does its alchemy

changing sun to platinum
turning half the earth 
to moon.

…………………..
Jim Culleny; 1981

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