the moon killers practice
at their lunacidal craft,
recruited up from infancy
and trained not to laugh
by instinct education as
the moon creeps full,
all over earth the moon
killers
wax anxietal.
Watching night by
night it grows plainer,
fuller yet: this gibbousness
won't stop increasing,
ever. 'Til we rise
one night and
do the ritual
that sends
the moon back,
back from the full
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