pity
by M. R. Nowan

oh, Luna
my witness—

a flower screams,
a child
trips
         over rubble,
an animal—

      the animals!

carnage of
man
and
       the torment,
the apathy, the
negligence
of a
        god—

save the moon!
slit her eyes—

the sky is dark,
and
       we have wasted
our illusion
of
    home.