The Sky of Many Suns

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I heard the distant slam and slowly
one by one, high-pressured halides flicker on
hum and flare, blinding till
the dusk is day again
catching the wings of mosquitoes and moths
caught off-guard and spiraling
toward the sky of many suns
.
like place-markers in a board game
three men stand in white, distant
hands on thighs
focused eyes
all on me
.
closer, though, three others
protective glances at one another
clap hands together
to test the leather
against me
.
one man, crouched alone
seems unlike the rest
catlike and fierce, he can’t be still
his feet barely brushing grass
he looks like he reads the future
and sees me
.
I hear a sound behind me — I start —
but like a toad, squatted
covered heavily in black
voice scratchy and muffled, he commands
someone past me
.
the final man, token of all evil
looming larger than life
hands by his waist
then his face
he waits
slit eyes to pierce any heathen soul
like mine
.
but my eyes are set
and I’m ready to run
I don’t know what’s coming
but it will happen fast
and maybe I’m dreaming
but more than anything
I’m sure tonight I’ll be
safe at home
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Copyright L.M. 2009.

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