beneath the cardboard stars

Beneath the Cardboard Stars.
(a re-ViSiOn
___________________

Tonight The
Moon
seems different..

nagging
and
petulant..
like a
wench.

As
I
cower
beneath
the
Cardboard
Stars.

(choking
on the
fumes
of My
Dying Soul's
Stench.)

Oh ..
it seems
"We"
have a
Visitor
Friend..

who has
traveled
far and
wide to
Preach..

Dark
Revelations
which
Reveal The
End!

( Of 

A
Love 

I
begged
My
Brighter
Half To
Teach.)
_

She
Smiled
at
My
Lone
Heart's
Funeral..

like a
Child
full of
Constant
Mirth.

and..
I
imagine
Those
Cardboard
Stars
Smiled with
Her!..

(when
they Placed
My
Body in the
Dirt.)

J.Stephen.h.