We thought we could own moonlight,
steal stars from Asteria’s palm, and brag
conqueror in bloated chest bumps of human privilege.
In our tunnel vision we couldn’t see
the cat’s eye moon stalk us with
bared claws reaching for the very breath
we had bottled in our lungs.
There is no fool like the one who owns stock in oblivion,
an empty nirvana where men play gods and trust
their footprints will lead to dominion.
A mere toy in our sky litter the feline
sniffs our defeat in the tomorrow
we are so careless to trust we will quell.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
