Candor

[Wjames]

Candor


The Earth works,
though the Moon's a calendar
ever changing
the day's same round.   This is an interesting opening, is 'calendar' the best word there (it might be)?

Hints of codes oblige
the armory,
and beasts in white lab coats
entwine their machinations.   makes me think nuclear

Who can blame Angels, 
being purely what they are, like the fly?
or Fay, or even
the square, blustering 

Demons their fair trial
of a deal, living
as we must, then
returning to the ground. humans

"No," said the little fly
no one listened to 
without 
annoyance, 

"I don't just live a day,
despite what you 
think. And unlike you,
I don't understand the moon."   

I enjoyed it, to me it sort of seems to say one human life is so small compared to infinity, and with our treachorous superiority, we threaten this infinity.