The Scars We Bare

When the Day

in Evening’s gown

with starlight sequins,

moonlight crowns

&

pours champagne,

counts ’20 down,

we close

the book

without

a

sound

The Milky Way,

Eve’s spiral sash,

crosses

her heart

&

chest

with ash,

each aster spoke

of remnants

flash —

the ember tales

of smoke

and gas

Moon

dons her mask:

jeweled,

pockmark eyes,

that shed

pearl teardrops

in disguise —

the roaring

twenty’s

truth

&

lies,

she, witness to

Earth’s

alibis

The clock

strikes nigh,

an empty page;

blood-stained hands

turn yesterday —

our love,

lost,

a (f)errous age

fraying fibers,

flesh,

handmade

We kiss

the end

of

hate

&

rage,

(the virus

by which

all betray)

embracing

’21’s

new days,

in gabardine,

Sun’s gold

we gaze