As If The Moon Could Haul Through You by Neil Fischer

 Idris Elba's my favorite actor on earth.  I LOVE Luther.  (He's been looking over my shoulder.) 

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           A Heron I colored with metallic gel pens.

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[AS IF THE MOON COULD HAUL THROUGH YOU]

By Neil Fischer

As if the moon could haul through you 

Its tremor of light and stone, 

Be cleared of sound. Plough 

The mind's noise until it's a shine 

In the purl of south-bending river that bears 

Itself toward a blacker part of the forest. 

If you hum, hum through the motes of air, 

Perhaps your nerves will find at last 

A tone to which they will succumb. 

Be still. Be not so heavy-hearted 

For a moment. All is not a tomb, 

Blind sarcophagus staring dumb, thwarted 

Pleasures nailed inside. These fireflies 

Sweep their tracings on the evening. 

Weep if you must, but board what falls 

Away, abdomens flaring— 

The brief, nomadic intervals.