"And Also With You."
The comet taught us how to watch the war.
The comet contended that fire is romantic
and recommended we each behold it alone, envisioning out
there somewhere our next lover craning up at the same sky.
Was the comet simply endeavoring to keep us divided?
I asked it, and the comet did not reply.
Then we discovered the men who wanted us dead
were convening at night at the site where their hero had
been unceremoniously interred.
And so we exhumed the guy, burned him up,
and fed his ash to the rapids to be turned into marble
stone and mud-rich air.
Good thinking.
Now he's everywhere.