by everending

Created on: January 09, 2009

The Birth

Once you ate a firefly, thinking you
could light the world. Wings, bulb, swallowed it whole,
silent grace with your eyes, nervous and blue
like fire's heart. I watched, waited, prayed below
your mother's crucifix, glued to your nose,
mouth, looking for a head, a leg, something
moving, alive. Instead I found a slow
decay, an absence. Exoskeleton,
skin, I turned from you, from your light, in that
moment abandoned you. Prophet, poet,
messiah in the dark, I let you crack
like sidewalk, forsaken gravel and grit.
A child, you knew you brought the night. You stole
the stars in flight, down, burning, empty, full.

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