The moon is only new
because it turns to face the sun.
No longer is the world
a matter of its slightest interest.
Wolves are tame, coyotes
just a waste of breath, and all
the poets drowned themselves
before this singular event.
Their words are washing up
upon this pointless page. They say
the moon is always new;
the world should get a clue.
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