MOON BEAUTIFUL

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As he finishes us all and licks his plate, he is not content.

It bothers him. 
He shrugs as though it’ll make the words topple.

Take the moon away.

As if he could erase them and make all these men,

unmake them,

soft hearts away,

have them fall into oblivion.

As if they never walked this earth,

or galloped through the orchard of ancient olive trees as children,

as if they and the story of this land where a symphony blooms never happened.

He demands obedience

but no

these here are men.

Men who’ve been typecast as barbarians,
are moon beautiful,
call on moon beautiful,
see moon beautiful,
Are men.

Deluded by this temporary allusion,

this split second of fame.

Standing up on stage with a podium.

His religion is grimaces

and he estimates his facial expressions are as powerful as "Be" and it is.

Majestic outlines entwined in artistry,
soft as the moon.
What heroes in comic books couldn't even pretend.

They carry their moon beautiful children,

children as beautiful as the moon.
They shed tears of moon dust and remain rooted to this earth,

rooted like the love of the poppy, grapevines,

the fig and the olive tree.

They rise, 

a manhood this shrug-artist could never see,

through his perpetual narrow,

his animosity.

He couldn’t imagine speaking such words freely,

so sweet words,

sweet words our men say with ease.

Even though everywhere, up and down is murder and a killing spree.

He shrugs again.

Moon beautiful people,
envy can’t mimic what it is to truly behold them,
not one sick dollar can buy them.

Look up at the night sky, behold.
Look at the moon.

Saturated under this luminescence,
roots embrace the earth and both lie awake.

Behold, this moonlight is sent down from the heavens.

They kiss the dirt and apologize for the shrugging man,
in this graveyard he has created

for their children.

The man shrugs again and again.
He has nothing but glossing over, 

pooh-poohs.
He is an eclipse, a shroud, barely human.

It enrages him because

in every moment there is a second when he glimpses the truth

and in that instant he blasts away another section.

moon beautiful people have all the life left on this earth