waning crescent moon january 25, 1930
birth-write
born under
a waning crescent moon
or so I’m told
79 years 4 months 5 days
ago
or so it’s calculated
what
the fuck
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Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
waning crescent moon january 25, 1930
a waning crescent moon
or so I’m told
79 years 4 months 5 days
ago
or so it’s calculated
what
the fuck
Much more on Milner Place can be found here…
brilliant!
I very pleased and gratified by your sharp comment, Ben, and most particularly pleased that this little poem has been so well received generally. I’m not bothered by any guilt feeling because it wrote itself without any deep and prolonged poetic meditation!
Thanks
Milner