She rode a fissile asteroid
Into an exploding star.
The gas giants sang,
Little Sunshine.
The girl who burned out,
Eliminated herself
In the Godless inferno.
The flame bursts of light,
Warm behind earthling eyes
Made them stretch their necks,
To grow upright,
And walk with greater purpose.
The bone hammer, the rock axe,
The blade, the bow
The gun, the bomb,
The power to kill one and all.
Her glowing gift of growth
And knowledge,
Squandered in the bloodied sand.
She burns and burns.
Even when we become dust,
She will look out from the fire
And all of creation will sing,
Little Sunshine.
About the Creator
Mack Devlin
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
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