craters on the moon

by dm gillis

the season has made you
—freckles delivered, UPS

from here we can see
the craters on the moon
without a single billboard, yet
though some fool nation
of shopping mall massacres
has punctured its surface
with a gift shop flag
primitively and prayed

I know because I watched it live on TV
(which makes me somewhere over 50
I confess)
surrounded here in the dark
by the high dry grass of summer

the season has made you