EAVESDROPPING GALAXIES

A tree in the shape of a monster
A monster in the shape of a tree
The edges of bushes were full of them
While,
These edges
Have been separated by thin streamy paths
.
On a moonlight night of winter, these paths shine
And appear like perilous strings of gold that flow
Paths that pour you like a funnel
Into the well
Behind the rusty rock
..
The well,
Where illegal couples converge
To share a cup of illegal kindness
And lots of stolen love
…
A kid like a monster
Whom the moon rules
Combing the dew-filled grass with his feet
Picks a path, among the golden ones
That separate the edges of the bushes
Pouring him to the well of love
….
Galaxies of men, women and youths
Doing self-mortification
For the integrity already flown out of them
And
Guilt that shrivels the conscience
Leaving sons and daughters of men hollow
……
And
On the kid
Whose love for his mama we know
Comes over, crying
To distract mom from the man he calls uncle
In an empty stomach
…..
9:38 o’clock
And, the galaxies of stars are eavesdropping
To hear what goes on
Around the well of love.
