It shattered in the sky.
Clattered among the stars and heaps of nothingness.
Light bled
Through the cracks, pumping to Earth
In a steady beat
Of overwhelming heat.
It was in pieces. Neat
Bite-sized crumbs which I reached into the clouds
And took
And let weigh down my pant pockets.
Greed blinded me.
I took the final piece between my prints
And it burned my fingers.
It was beautiful to look at
As I sank.
Shelby Traynor (Western Australia)
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