Swallowing the Moon1 min read
Some see an anonymous man or a thief of sheep.
Some a goddess like Hina-i-ka-malama or Chang’e.
Perhaps a princess of rabbits or a magician’s jealous head,
Her face painted with bells.
A criminal from the Book of Numbers.
A cook. A witch. A home for the dead among those stones.
A zoo hungers
With bellies for cosmic lights:
Nak, lung, serpentine Bakunawa.
Wolves, frogs and old gods seeking a bite!
We chase with fireworks, bold arrows, bullets, hoots,
Our clamor of mortals who wish to journey to heaven and return
Mischievous ravens and spiders, master marksmen and demigods.
Defenders, uncontested, unsung.