Moon

Of the bird that flies from the tree
I have nothing to say

The consequences of
Public information
Leave the legs intact
On earth

To run away, to fly away
In a world with no feet
An advantage shall pass

And as we go into darkness
I see white
I see light
I see white

The black and white society
With no consequences
Is the future’s liability

The indescribable white of night
The evidence of darkness in the sun

Of the bird flying back to the tree
I say nothing