A Quiet Tongue

yesterday I saw

the moon

for the last 

time.

it just

fell apart

into oblivion,

broken 

lunar glass

raining over the 

Earth.

now

She has

nothing

to look

at now

with her

telescope.

She has 

nothing to write about

anymore,

or photograph,

or study,

or marvel

over.

She

studied

the moons

ability

to sustain

constant 

observation,

and the moon

cracked 

under 

pressure

it seems