A pale-faced performance artist
in the constant enactment of his monthly disappearance
The face of a 700-hour clock
The decapitated head
of a monument to Desolation
The preferred Deity of tundras and deserts
A drifter
A speck of dust in an infinite vacuum
Target practice for universal detritus
Slave to Inertia
An unwilling participant
in an unending dance
Another rock in a room full of nothing else
The lonely scorekeeper for civilization
A pale-faced performance artist
in the constant enactment of his monthly disappearance
The face of a 700-hour clock
The decapitated head
of a monument to Desolation
The preferred Deity of tundras and deserts
A drifter
A speck of dust in an infinite vacuum
Target practice for universal detritus
Slave to Inertia
An unwilling participant
in an unending dance
Another rock in a room full of nothing else
The lonely scorekeeper for civilization
Wow! This is really good! I specifically like the imagery you call upon in the first stanza. Those lines "The decapitated head/of a monument of Desolation" where quite vivid, and presented the moon in a lest typical more sinister light.
I also though the next to last line was exceptionally brilliant. I look forward to reading more of what you decide to post here! :)
