Last night the stars all went up for sale.
By whom I am not sure, or if the gods
came with them, stretched between the nails.
All I know is more than fire and greed
it takes a debt to hold a god together.
Stars, these days, have grown expensive.
This in spite and light of how we live
so far away, how thus we stake whatever
claim to them in name only, our own
laid to rest across the evening stone.
Last night I dressed in black to crack open
heaven’s vault, its pantheon of gems.
And one by one I ate them. One by one
I bore their souls to paradise, alone.