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graveyard of the stars and planets
I walked along the worn and muddied path
The rain had stopped its incessant pattering
But the ground I tread upon remained damp
The path gave way to a clearing, overgrown and unkept
I’ve never seen a cemetery
But that day I saw the graves of the cosmos sprawled out in that clearing
Great celestial bodies compressed into pathetic wooden cells
And strewn haphazardly about the weeds, only half submerged
For who would bother to dig a proper grave for a star?
We talk about the stars and the dead like they are one and the same
They are not
Stars burn away every time you close your eyes for just a little too long
We don’t even have names for all of them, such distant and otherworldly beings
When people die, they are dressed in their best clothes and posed in ornate boxes
When our sun outgrows its own skin, we won’t even watch it happen
She’ll be a goddess of a skeleton, dusted with celestial ash
When our sun dies, she won’t have anyone left to say goodbye to
But as I make my way through the thickets and ferns of that clearing,
Of that graveyard of the stars and planets
I know what the sun would do, if she could see me right now
She’d look me dead in the eye,
And sigh
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A glosa using four lines from "the moon is the ultimate dead girl" by Melissa Anne
Written from Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo April third prompt