Dead moon white iron moon
Moon which freezes new herring
Moon eye of a whiting fried and frizzled
Empty moon white blade moon
Glass moon new herring
Moon eye of a whiting deep fried
Worn out moon tinpot moon
Moon a round of drinks new cop
Moon eye of a criminal we’ve had it
La Chanson de la Lune
Lune morte, lune en fer blanc,
Lune qui glace, hareng nouveau,
Lune, œil de merlan frit à frire.
Mark Lager is from St. Louis, Missouri and earned a B.A. in English and a B.A. in Philosophy/Religion from Truman State University. He is currently pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at the Arkansas Writers MFA Workshop. His poem “Pocahontas, Arkansas: June 2, 2001” was published in issue 99 (spring 2015) of Chiron Review.