STAR SHOOTER

 

While shooting aimlessly through the galaxy

A space cowboy bursted his vessel

In the high mid-twenties.

 

His rocket,

Which would only fly

 When the moon was fixed,

Had melted away with the sun.

 

His body was found facing down

In a puddle of astral fluid

With a rope tied around one arm,

And one hand still clutching

His net full of stars.

 

Planetary diamonds they seemed

But dreams they were

In the tears they drowned.

 

Pictures were flashing.

Then all backs were turned,

As his pocketed stars

…

 

Turned to dust.

 

"STAR SHOOTER" by Suzy Kassem
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