when the moon tires of the explicit audience

the moon is God’s son born out of wedlock
while Earth is suffering from the privilege
of being called “God’s Creation” – She
is bought and sold, among common degrees
like a fence to a light post, their shattered
caster army’s stifle creed of excavation
where they imbibed their free texts until
the explicit audience heard from heaven,
“Now go no more.”