Metalmoon Poem by Egal Bohen

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
Where tall trees stand silver bright
Casting long the shade
Land of desolation in a dream

Here no wind blows nor winters into springtime grow
Here all is everlasting night where only sheath winged insects fly
Through silhouettes of leafless trees against a deep red sky

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
Move again
To where glass dewdrops on steel girders gleam
Reflecting all that can be seen
Converging lines that streets had been
In silence

Here no bird cries nor mothers dry their childrens eyes
Here only metal, blued, survives
Against a deep red sky

Metalmoon
That like clockwork slowly moves across the open plain
To the future will explain