Bruce Bond

Issue #
September 28, 2015


Last night the stars all went up for sale.

By whom I am not sure, or if the gods

came with them, stretched between the nails.

All I know is more than fire and greed

it takes a debt to hold a god together.

Stars, these days, have grown expensive.

This in spite and light of how we live

so far away, how thus we stake whatever

claim to them in name only, our own

laid to rest across the evening stone.

Last night I dressed in black to crack open

heaven’s vault, its pantheon of gems.

And one by one I ate them.  One by one

I bore their souls to paradise, alone.

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