Tonight the Children Dine in Moonlight

 

There’s a fire glowing amber in the distance,

Illuminating the hard bones of car doors

And the thin metal that encases a person’s flouting skull –

Not any one person in particular – just a person.

And tonight’s arsonist is the only person in the world who’ll learn,

The true meaning of the world ALONE.

And I can’t help the blue of the night from staining his grin,

Nor the white of our light from making him thin.

I can’t help but think of the world’s children,

Both alive and pre-living –

These children have no home,

Yet mothers: they’re conceiving–

Still it seems sometimes,

Despite all of the mistakes, that

We live in a big wide world

Run by beautiful heartbreaks.