The Moon Is a Thief

The moon is devouring my brothers/uncles/cousins/father/husband/sons Last night my youngest son disappeared We searched for him in the moonlight (But I do not trust the moon) She is a thief, fickle, many-faced liar She deceives, manipulates She is a crazy woman beckoning, then galloping away Call her names Better yet murder her Gather her like cotton and push her Down into a burlap bag Grab her and shake her Maybe the lost boys and men Will pop out of her like marbles set free from a pouch My son ran across her incandescent heart Sweating, foaming at the mouth I could not run fast enough after him He was gone so fast She is an enticer and a thief A hard hearted moon who cares about no one but herself Blow the moon down Then my men would return