plant me deep in moonlight

sweat
tears of salt
make the men fall down
sweat
like women of disregard
while they cry
for children
tossed aside by the men
where
no one
will make a claim or call
but you are too big to cry
but the salt cleanses
all with a sting
a sting that can only
come from within
as the readings
read on and
the sweat of the children crying
wet shirt backs
as lilacs bloom
and roses bloom
in gardens of secrets
in the peat moss of night