Hole in the Sky

Over the moon and down through the hedgerows
we opened a hole in the sky.
All the birds fell.
The man with binoculars
packed up his omen
and tended their sorrowful plight.

Over the moon and down through the hedgerows
we opened a hole in the sky.
All the clouds fell.
The girl ticking boxes
recited their names
as they moistened her cloud-spotter’s guide.

Over the moon and down through the hedgerows
we opened a hole in the sky.
All the stars fell.
The man with the telescope
left his observatory
and buried their indomitable light.

With sparklers lit by starlight their parade struck up
over cloud-strewn grounds.
Birds sewn together
weakened and flapped
as they approached the grave
and prayed for a sign.

Over the moon and down through the hedgerows
we opened a hole in the sky.
All the dead fell.
The man with the weapons
gave up his guns
to the cenotaph’s hollows and cried.

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