To All Unimportant Lives
That night in your bedroom
I watched a star (die)
its fixed suspended beam
blink (into blackness).
So many surplus lights were there above me
that I should not have seen its smothered eye
nor cared.
But I watched (beneath it)
a million backward steps away
that star of mine (implode)
a soundless clap
(a gunshot)
in some suicidal ear.
Copyright © Garth Von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016
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