Poem: LUNAR ECLIPSE (June 1928)

Yencheng, Honan, China

On Sunday

evening as darkness crept in

the people rushed out

with gongs

& pots
& anything to make noise
to scare

the heavenly dog

that slowly



ever so slowly


placed its jaws about the moon

They persisted in their din   it was said

so the moon would not be swallowed

& leave them in the dark   forever

— D.S. Martin

This poem first appeared in Windsor Review)