the indomitable

right in the middle
of howling and wailing,
bloodshed at night
I looked up in the sky
adorned with the stars
a fairytale
the moon looked like
an outdated silver coin
whose head or tail
I couldn't figure,
it appeared nude,
I wasn't distracted
I was counting the stars
the sun, a burnt toast
came up
a spoilsport
I closed my eyes,
and continued