Moon over Munich

(from the moon series)

The moon over Munich hidden, unseen, silent, evokes anger
and hatred. Passes the days without eating.
Reads books on relinquishing a shroud.
Hums without a sound, a wish, a prayer,
a hope as its belly burns and roars and others,

cattle fed and spoon fed and sun fed, eat
their way through cold showers
against the horizons black smokestack chuff
counting 1 million, 2 million
artists and their frames,
bullets and their guns,
teeth and their crowns,
mothers and their names

bold! as the moon over Munich
folds itself in half, slips down the cobblestone alley,
swaggers and stumbles, drunk
and drunker than 1944,
meddles with a yellow bicycle
chained to the fence of a daunting cathedral black,
stands guard on a German night
and plops down through the water
to the bottom of the fountain in the center of Marian Platz.