today the mask of the sky fell off
and just for a moment
I saw the gear angles
blinded by the ratcheting days
tears oiling the grounded seasons
scythe wings cutting days
in a sky hemorrhagic
cerise curtain dropping
then they looked at me
moon eye
sun eye blank
looking at them
and a low hum vibrated
like bees that were stirred and sound
incantatory and accusative
and I knew I should
have looked away
but it was too late to pretend
that it was not broken and bleeding
price to be paid very soon