SUPPOSE

These glittering fragments

As though of glass

Hanging everywhere

High above my head

Remind me of a birth

These glittering fragments

Suppose they had been one

One with the night escort

Suppose the night escort

Had been the big reservoir

The reservoir of water

Suppose the day escort

In anger that the former

May dull its scorching prowess

Had collided with the ancient reservoir

Suppose the roaring thunder

And the flashing grenade

Plus the heavy spittle

Were but echoes and vision

Of the great rivalry

Suppose these little fragments

Glittering in the sky

Were shreds of the grenades

Or particles from the whole

A whole mother moon

Suppose they were the children

Who scared stiff of death

Deserted mother moon

Suppose their glittering appearance

Were just a barricade

A hedge for the moon

Like the corporals

Surround our Generals

Suppose they could glue

To a very big blue

What a great bloom

For the world to view!