On the dark side of the Blood Moon
eclipsed by the shadow of the Earth,
who knows what’s brewing,
an alien bivouac in the tabloids—
all the government secret rendez-vous
with who knows whom or who
is calling the shots, the ICBMs
and loaded drones to kickoff
World War III, a real diversion
from the truth that may not matter—
a puff of smoke to the galaxies,
nothing for the rest us.
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