In Conjunction – Photo and Poem.

In Conjunction –

He stands a shade bearing light. The blood of life

in conjunction with the secondhand sunlight

of the moon, Venus, and Jupiter as they spin

along the ecliptic.

The hum of distant electric lights

sounds like his daughters

in the far room

with their dolls and stuffed animals arrayed

for a celebration or on the daybed turned

amphitheater as an audience to a child

directed drama unfolding

on the floor-

Momma bear runs off with Mr. Squirrel.

But in the darkness, as their father works

the pre-dawn field, the cat curls

down among them.

Their wide unblinking button eyes stare

over the sleeping girls,

the remnants of a civilization

burned and razed by those who loved them.

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