Death of Sun
by J. Meredith Sebra
The sun skipped town today
And nobody noticed.
Locked behind our bars,
Our eyes burnt out by fear and horror,
We had turned our backs to him ages before.
We sent the dagger into orbit.
Meant to slice through the strata,
Intent on wreaking havoc in heaven,
And bringing joy to hell.
The clouds begin to bleed,
Raining violence over the desecrated grounds.
This is the new era of terror
Brought to you tonight in part
By your friendly neighborhood government,
Who would like to thank you
For your life-long support
And more-than-generous donations.
In loving gratitude,
It has harvested our faith
Like organs procured
For the black-market.
Only to discard our hollow shells
When it's only true constituents
Descend upon the desert
And push our sandy treasures out to sea.
There they will be buried
With the petrified remains of all the others
That have long been dead,
And forgotten long before memory started.
