NIGHT SKY
I saw Orion
the Hunter and he bled
a creature of darkness who
dripped dripped
and the moon through
a skylight
scared wrapped
in a caul of haze
the gas station lights
stars themselves
to distant planets
blotted out the rest
Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Red Coyote Review, Deep South Magazine, and Aromatica Poetica, among others.