There are stars in the sky
Lined up in rows
In one, I spy a woman taking off her clothes
In another, there is a couple shouting out their woes
When did the stars become so narrow?
When did they fall in line?
What exactly are they climbing to?
-that red blinking light in the sky!
I miss the hunter;
I miss the bears;
I miss the dogs-
How they bite and tear.
Crabs, Bulls, and Dragons (oh my!)
Dying twins- heroes of old.
Stories etched in the sky itself
Erase them well
Fill the sky with senseless human greed
As if that is all we need.