when I looked up at the moon
when I was smaller and
considerably more Korean
I saw the moon rabbit making
rice cakes, mortar and pestle
thump thump thump
he’d gotten there from
throwing himself into the fire
to be eaten as a meal
complete self sacrifice
rewarded with what was
branded as an honor
but really, it’s exile and
perpetual slavery
but here, now
in my expensive city
the moon is still bright but
I can’t make out anything
no moon rabbit working all night
and I am glad he got away
I hope he is now free
to live a life he wanted.
Comments