The moon is a spark on decency

Swashed in colourful eloquence

With live pollen, petal and sepal

Mourning with a weeping dawn

The moon is a spark on greenery

Like virgin rains on the rainbows

Baking emeralds for embryology

To cleanse the stain on the bride

The moon is a spark on peroxides

Breastfeeding times with seasons

In the colures done on starry eyes

Blended with perpetual calendars

The moon sparkles in peace aches

X-raying the Nuclear Ghost Towns

Deaf to races and blind to tongues

Like bright bridal doves in descent

(Nuclear Ghost Town, Pripyat, Ukraine.)

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