Final night time
I noticed that the moon
Was empty within the sky.
The celebs round did
What they do.
They’re
Hundreds of thousands of miles
Away,
Or hundreds of thousands of years,
And are completely exhausted.
However the moon is clean,
Only a area to point out
The place it may need
Been. We are going to inform
Whoever will attend
That the moon used to catch
Mild from the solar
And waxed and waned:
Full, sickle, half-
Moon. And the songs:
“Blue Moon,” “Track to the Moon”
(From Rusalka),
“Moon River,” The Darkish
Facet of the Moon,
The Moon and the Melodies.
It was all the craze, as soon as,
The moon.
It was a big step,
A tragic step,
For mankind.
Quickly, the solar will run
Out of hydrogen
And it’ll all
Be gone.
The disappearance
Of the moon
Is simply the beginning.
I’m working day and night time
On my e book,
Understanding it should
Be the ultimate phrase
On the matter.
I’ll compose,
With help from scientists,
An outline in concise
Prose, of the time earlier than the bang,
The beautiful emptiness,
The pre-astral soup,
Gravity dancing like
A herring
On the griddle—oh,
And the sly almostness
Of atoms and particles,
And the way lengthy a neutron
Took to make sure
That it was not a proton,
And the struggle
Between infinity and
Eternity that might have
Gone on perpetually
Had the world,
Oozing immanence,
Not begun to roll,
With its built-in
Obsolescence,
Its sell-by date,
Its oomph, its ooh-la-la,
Its the whole lot that
Is the case.
It’s calm right here
Now. Waves have
Stopped, in fact.
The ocean has settled
Down; quickly it should
Be a flyover state.
There’s
Nothing to compel
Its tides.
At gatherings, they learn
Matthew Arnold’s poem
And marvel
On the traces concerning the
Sea being calm tonight.
What else is there?
But it surely wasn’t all the time calm.
I can swear to that.
I keep in mind
Redondo Seashore
And the waves excessive
And the solar
Happening
Over the horizon.
Unusual, I’ve
No reminiscence of the moon.
But it surely will need to have been there
Someplace.
However, it doesn’t matter what, you possibly can
Look all you need—
The moon is previously,
Like analogue,
Or the Western Seaboard,
Or the library at Alexandria,
Or sic transit gloria
Mundi, a stunning
Previous saying
Lengthy eclipsed
By extra modern
Tongues that but are
Speechless at
The emptiness
Within the night time sky.
They’re
Howling on the
Factor not there,
That we would like again
Now, or at the very least
Quickly.
