In the afternoon’s brief night
the fat wasp drops senseless to the earth
as the nighthawk trumpets the premature
return of its dominion.

The sun bares its crown of flames
to the conquerors of the moon.
Like the blackened finger of a deity,
its thin shadow hacks a continent in two.

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