The looking down upon, <br />Through wisps of cloud and contrail, <br />Column dust and blizzard snow, <br />Factory plume and bomb smoke - <br /> <br />We barely spoke <br />Before the border, no <br />Negotiation tactic, no <br />Diplomatic maneuver - <br /> <br />Though a gem is beautiful, <br />Like you, <br />Someone will purify it - <br />Shine a light through it - <br />Make a weapon of it - <br />And transform you from a gentle prophet <br />To a killing machine - <br /> <br />There’s a lunar surface rarely seen - <br />There’s a face on it - <br />Maybe God’s, <br />Maybe Indifference - <br />Favoring a known darkness <br /> <br />Away from us.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-face-back/
