Compromise

In the twinkling
of an eye
it must follow
as the night
the day
where the barefaced moon
and the myriad of stars
politely fade
as they undress today
with a hint
of blushing dawn
baring the indiscretions
of day’s rattling skeleton
that must be covered
and hung upon
the cheek of night
and cursed be he
that moves the bones
a true beginning
of the end