DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: A POX UPON THE MOON, by Kumar Luv

You
stand in the balcony
gazing out
at the horizon, where
shanties stretch in disarray.

You watch
the slum,
its seams
unraveling.

And you watch
the moon,
its silver light
spread over tin roofs.

That same moon I wished to love
because you watched it
every night, through your telescope.

Far from the city,
over the lake hidden by the cricket’s song,
the moonlight lies silent.

No woman’s foot
will ever land on the moon’s face.
Our ascent ceased
before it began.

Will shanties ever sprout on the moon?

Its seams are unraveling,
yet space will be made
for another poor soul,
and another,
and another.