how many hearts
how many prayers
balance the scale
the moon is the color of blood
the color of rust
the color of flattened lead
twenty-six stars wink out
who would ever think
such a thing would
[not]
happen
those who ask this question
would find a special
place in hell
if we ever needed
such a place
Words and Feathers 
‘On the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.’