Half-Moon in the Sky
By Peter Scott
The whole world crashes down
While I add one plus one
The winds rage at my window’s edge
Subtly shifting halos in the dormant surroundings
While the soap suds drip from my fingertips
King's guard prepares his soldiers
And I sit
War is planned by the strategists
As I gaze
Listening to my comrade’s reiteration
In tune with Carnegie’s cannons
Billowing smoke and flame
A fire in the stove
Bread in the oven
Men of misery
Warring and bonding in the night
I watch it all from my window
Situated in a seedy outgrowth none dare enter
I practice a speech I
Lust to give
As the ceremonies conduct themselves
Taking my test
Watching them move onward
Dying or striving
Blissful, this window sees all fate
From one side
Someday I'll walk the sidewalk
Quench my fear
Observing there is nothing behind
My simple painted portrait.
