High Moon

Not the words,
you were burning the papers
sideways. It was a public domain
someone was drowning a child
in a milk pot.

And the half-past moon,
iodine level was rising in ocean.
On the beach, the dancing sand
throws up the dead horse
after dysfunctionality.

Pray for the bleeding sun,
its golden mane has inspired
the mimicry of a leaf. The grass hopper
is going to find the secret
of chlorophyll.