Joshua Bocher’s Sartrean Moons
Frozen Life “There is nothing left for you here.” The head of this shadowy figure Tilts towards the ground. Salt is scattered about, Shimmering, The snow a blinding mirror, Human figures in the distance Tiny as the hairs on his chin, Visiting from An old Chinese painting. Queen of All Under Heaven The moon reigns over the night sky, Queen of all under heaven. The stars serve her: What she wants, she gets. I stand below the kingdom As…