Star Demolition

The stars are lined with wishes

that pop off one by one

like cheap firecrackers.

They terrify the young Fates

who jump away, forgetting they were

the ones who lit them up.

Through the haze a shephard boy stands,

in the hills above Athens, a city on fire.

His first glimpse of a blood moon.

Pinholes shimmer in black velvet sky.

There are too many apprentice Fates,

too many of them drunk,

too many whose daddies never came back

from that tailgate party behind the demolition derby.

So be it.

The trucks will cut tracks in the mud,

but the booming will one day become

a long hum. Hum. Hum.