The Moon

So mysterious and profoundly situated
Orbiting our planet it occasionally
Blocks out all the midday light

Changing noon into a short
Night of unmitigated fear

An uninhibited siren calls for sacrifice
Unhinged natives seek the weak
To spill their blood for god

Changing peace into another
Series of injured children

Until the Greeks invented ergot laced
Beers and wine for great Elysian
Parties satiating every mind

Changing murder into a dance
Jumping for the joy of love