Moon Funeral

A vastly rooted world tree which absorbs knowledge from air
And disperses it to the bowels
Through the clay, to the core of its anchor
A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons

It burns itself upon the sun to build immunity to radiation
It gorges itself on poisonous light
And colon spasms its roots unto the sediment
Poisoned to the water and soil and organs

Machinery of constellations
Mud is the cradle of light into matter
Scum and waste filtered in bladder
Oh, Wooden Terra Satellite

A vane planet, killing itself
Toxic anguish, globally felt
A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons
It burns itself upon the sun to Build immunity to radiation
It gorges itself on poisonous light