C- Moonlight

Moonlight

Moonlight.
Savage, savage moonlight.
The great photographer of seedy things.
Uninvited and remorseless, you stalk loudly about my room,
Smearing the shame of sultry evenings, of villain's pain upon my
sheets.
Moonlight.
Caligula's moon.
Attila's moon.
The moon of Eva Braun.
Will you so coldly absorb my past and recklessly scatter around the
incomprehensible Far East and then carry it back to the judgmental
West, triumphant night after night for generations?
You used me in my youth;
Got me to trust you with my indiscretions.
Moonlight,
I will never forgive you your greatest hypocrisy:
The way you make my tears so beautiful.