Moon Coin River

How many faces has God made!
                                            -- Yunus

But before he made faces
he made rivers of blood
And before that oceans
each wish their gene-pools
A face is made
            As a coin is stamped
In rivers of molten fire
And the face is always a king's


A coin is a moon in our pockets
The moon is a coin in the sky
Whose face does it have?
Not mine!
Probably his!


Song too is a river
So is a long life

And when the old man died
Spitting blood
They stuck needles into his throat
So that the moon-radium would radiate

And he would sing better


His grandson holds my hand
Cry me a river.

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