The Four Blood Moons by Wesley Scott McMasters


Many Moons Ago by Sharon K. Shubert

The Four Blood Moons

           Moon 1

Joel said the moon
would turn red
and the Lord would return

would I remain
to inherit a world that I
understood

would be left for the meek?

           Moon 2

Perhaps the prophecy promises
a new age

maybe the moon
signals a rebirth

and maybe in this world
our wrongs will be made right

maybe Johnny Depp will stop making Pirates of the Caribbean movies

maybe Donald Trump will end his campaign

maybe my students will want to learn about poetry

maybe an atom bomb will not exist

and maybe the Gaza Strip will become like Siberia
           cold and a little unwanted

maybe there would not have been a Boondock Saints sequel

maybe I can walk into the supermarket and buy what I want with my good looks

maybe people will realize that blaring the music in your headphones doesn’t actually make you look as cool as you think it does

I could drink all the beer and eat all the pizza I wanted
I would have gotten into the cab when she asked me to in New York

I would have lived in Philadelphia

maybe disease wouldn’t exist

and age wouldn’t cripple

and maybe you could buy Bulleit bourbon for the price of Old Crow

or you wouldn’t have to change your email password every 180 days

but I am no prophet
and here is no great matter

           Moon 3

If a cool night
           on a park bench
elevated
in Greenwich Village

was paradise
           then I think

I would be okay with that

           Moon 4

Joel said the moon
would turn red
and the Lord would return

would I remain
to inherit a world I
understood

would be left for the meek?

and if this signals the end of times
as I begin to feel the air of Autumn
on my face and I smell the leaves
that remind me of riding in my grandfather’s truck
on the way to the movies
windows down
a pack of cigarettes which will eventually kill him
on the seat in between us

I don’t want to be remembered as meek anymore



Wesley Scott McMasters

Wesley Scott McMasters likes words, whiskey, and coffee. He has poems and fiction scattered across the internet that you might be able to find. He aspires to one day have a garden.