The Fire Rainbows

Ensconced upon an ebon throne,
The crescent moon descends. You can

Do this in English. You still can.
You don’t have to be so human.

You can let us hum with nonsense
And be the words beyond the meant.

You don’t have to suffer for thought.
You can let us sing in your head.

This summer is almost over.
Green things and many humans, too,

Including the ones you think on,
Including you, will soon be dead.

But you’re not, now, are you? No. You
Are somewhere amongst more droning,

While the worn moon still spins around,
And sometimes the Earth does something

Small and wonderful to your mind
Not to do with your and your kind

But a benison, as when rain
And sunlight on the horizon

Align with horizontal clouds
To make lines of cloud fire rainbows.

Well. Your news will still break your heart,
But world can’t end. World only starts.