S.KRAUSE

White moon, black sky

White moon, black sky,
Burning a hole of death
In the heavens up high

White moon, black sky,
Daring young minds
To attempt and try

White moon, black sky,
Filling our hearts
With a repugnant and poisonous lie

White moon, black sky,
Will ever light come,
Shall your darkness ever die?

--4.20.93

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Notes: I have kept this poem---which was the final piece in my original chapbook---even though I have never been happy with the poem itself. The phrase itself was suggested by Ms. Krueger, and it was one of the only poems I wrote that year. I much preferred Rader Eberhardt's text, which dealt with two old hippes: Whitemoon, and Black-sky.