Sentinel
A scrap of Artemis floats
above filigree limbs,
hangs in icy sky,
glimpsed between
witchy branches.
Anorexic moon dwindles
to white, glowing rib.
In the house beneath ancient oak,
human deconstruction persists –
relentless slide into dementia.
Names of objects,
familiar recipes,
sense of time vanish,
family history erased.
Night is chill,
growing darker.
Sinister storm clouds
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