Sunday Poem

History as a Crescent Moon

The horns
of a bull
who was placed
before a mirror at the beginning
.. of human time;
. .. in his fury
at the challenge of his double,
.. he has, from
.. that time to this,
been throwing himself against
…………………………..the mirror, until..
. . by now it is
shivered into millions of pieces—
………………………….here an eye, there
a hoof or a tuft
of hair; here a small wet shard made
entirely of tears.
And up there, below the spilt milk of
.. the stars, one
. silver splinter—
parenthesis at the close of a long sentence,
new crescent,
beside it, red
asterisk of
Mars