Disdain for the Moon

I suffer the moon
to exist in the sky
and will not pluck out
that one great eye.

Let is stare down
and watch what I do.
alone in this night
turned pure indigo.

Whether I kill
or love or mourn
is of no concern
to one so far off.

Leave me alone
to be in my joy
or misery.
Look elsewhere.

Do not complain
of my raised fist
or lack of prayers.
No help or fear

is expected or felt,
since childhood ended
and man earned the right
to be the beast he is.