What if the Moon Never Sets

and keeps orbiting 

this lonely heart
of an Earth, 
this self-loathing Earth
of a planet,
this great orb lost
in the black of space,

and keeps showing up
in the middle of blue sky
on cold winter days
as fingertips freeze
to steering wheels
on the way to work,

under veil of wispy clouds
a day too late for Halloween
spooks but spooky still,
hunched over abandoned
factories and farmhouses
littered across Heartland,

in between two trunks
of trees, or two skyscrapers,
peering through like an eye
exam, barely making out
blurry human faces
that once were clear
and distinguishable?

Well I guess there
never would be a moon
set then. No, never
a moon set at all.