One-way Traffic

I keep wondering what
turns in the mind of the
moon next to the hare
with pink eyes.
Not a trace of a face

on the sphere
but hardly
If I look close enough
a skull of a newborn
hides beneath its pale sheath
shouting to its counterpart
Sisyphus was easy prey
draw your weapon
my shadow’s shroud
will keep us illuminated
until we get off the road to bedlam.

Suzanne Nielsen

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