A boy lit a match and stars
rained down over
the blacked-out city
east to west
Ships in a trembling desert
come to
an impossible rescue—
Excitement sprouted water
out of his eyes—
thinking the angels must
have come back
to make a last stand &
This great oasis of sky and stars
will swell in huge blazes:
bringing warmth to those
freezing in rot and hunger.
When this does not happen the boy
decides the angels
must be weary too—
wringing their hands
having had their say—
fears of getting caught up
in the endless rubble and despair.
Again the boy calls out his plea
aimed to the skies.
His words coming back
in his face as a shallow hum.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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