Mending the Moon

bones and wine

and we were humans,

drunk on

monstrous,

worldly love.

we were humans,

drunk on

attention

and riches

and make-believe felicities.

we were humans,

drunk on the good life

drunk on the pleasure

but that was once

upon a time

for we are now bones

and skeletons,

paying for the debts

of our selfish and

worldly way of living.

we are now hard tissues

embracing infinite

nothingness.

we are now rotting ghosts

of the humans we used

to be.

we are now bones,

yet still drunk.

Always drunk.

Drunk on oblivion.