On Guard

[novapsyche]

Featured is all hope escaping,
ovaries twisted until nothing

can steal their way out, the eggs
withering in their original good-luck

clothes. The supermoon draws them
just as any other magnetic body would,

with gravitas & secrecy, the enigma
of earth. The ova declare decay,

just as ancestors declared victory
over remote towns & villas no one stateside

could ever decipher. It's
Miller time. It's time to celebrate

the beginning of the end, the righteous
mollification of nature, the aperture

of life & unlife, the unnatural passageway
of if & whether, of now & may have been.