Ken Rone Poet Narrative

Red Star At Daylight

My sky friend knew the glistening wound would 
Prove fatal as my faith pulled
     Itself to the side of the highway to die 
     Among that patch of diesel blooms and
Pull tabs. He did not weep for me.

     He knew as I do the reason for the 
     Turn and others would soon
          Though no spirit would be bled 
          As slowly as his. The Birds of Thunder
      Can only flash their warnings through ageless tears

From eyes known only to me. 
Eyes of red and of tears. 
     Only one-and-a-half score will see the end. 
     The sky watchers will notice tonight .
But for now the ozone burns

     Off the life-light and makes the azure blanket 
     Curtain-like. 
          Yet the event will not be known
           for days and understood never
     (like the bird of time and of tears and of spirit).

They and I are not of this World;
Aliens to logic but also fear.
     And as the ending begins
     Few will remember this day 
The red star left the sky.

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