She fell to earth
her surface white
then red, then
black
and pitted rock
she cooled, and
cooled
her crater smoked
and cooled as well
I stretched my hand
out with a shock
and held it flat
and slid it down
her surface smooth where
molten streaks
wiped detail clean
and rough, where
burned
and pitted spikes
and chips
shot free
where shards snapped, fractured, out
and flew
the skin burnt black
torn by the air
her ribs like spokes
broke
through
the wind
stripped smoke
and flame, a vapor
tail swept back
she tossed her mane
it glowed,
trailed curled behind
in superheat,
her wake, inflamed
with friction's hands
expanding, spreads
to cleave and streak and scar
the sky
just like
her perfect form
has been so pitted, streaked
and scarred
oh lord, I still
see her
before she fell
so hard,
so hard
now legs, fused tight
her arms, held hugged
to torso bled and merged
and warped
from flight
too fast
too far
and down
I shake my head
with one hand spread out
flat above her heart, I tap
with tiny metal hammer, then
I lift my hand
and bow my head
to press my ear
against
listen
1 comment:
Evocative. Maybe even provocative.
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