A Retinue of Moons / The Infidel is Me

A retinue of moons, of icy moons

They illuminate the land

And they make me think of you

What sunk silently

To the depths of a mystery?

A clue that only one scientist knew?

Who knew that the sky is now found to contain benzene and methane and chalk

And bloody mud, muddy blood from the sky

From the sickly-sweet wings of Edith's checkerspot butterfly?

They die in the ocean

Their legs are broken

The rain slows their flight as it soaks their wings

A microphone will listen for thunder

A telephone will dial a number

To deliver a, a clearer picture

Of weird, wet weather

This puts all previous discoveries in doubt

These are the things we have theories about

Overhead, two sky titans

They collide in slow motion

While over the Ice Tongue, fluid flows

A 1,000-foot thick chunk of sediment is exposed

Your own special home

A choking, vapor-laced haze

Obscured by acid rain

Enveloping everything

At the edge of the Milky Way