First to Last

CRASH!

A smooth star is born

squalling amongst the din of cynicism

struck down

by gravity's majesty

It falls to earth

quickly reaching terminal

BANG!

A jagged star dies

scoured by debris

screaming obscenities

to whoever will listen

Someday, I will be killed by thoughts too mutinous to exist.
Betrayed by my own neurons. This I see bearing down.
Frozen in the headlights.
No escape, no escape for heathen children. No escape at all for me.
Rotting on the vine for all to see.
Rotting inside and clawing outward
Spitting at the same-same gawkers in vain
They come to watch me writhe and wither
Drought bringers outnumber the water bearers by far these days
Stealing a little piece each in their grubby hands
I feel the holes and gouges they create
Where I've started to turn to dust and blow away
A cold wind calls them out with dull pain
that sometimes spikes white hot and burns
A forest down to the soil

Wingtip to Wingtip

Blast off from the hilltop
A tiny speck in the western sky beckons
With glimmering eyes of gold it calls
Together we rally to it's standard
Hands clasped and hearts together in cadence

This strange ship is old, but that is
Only a veneer, peeling off like lizard scales
It reveals new growth beneath the aged skin
The old, criscrossed with scars and wrinkles
The new, smooth as an infinite possibility

The dove and the owl take flight
Wingtip to wingtip, vanishing to the west