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The custodian took down the sun
the week before last
set about removing the bulb
to save energy.
Someone ripped open your shield
and we saw the incisions
of a marked man's fatal attempt.
Too much duct tape, you said
you wouldn't die
not with staples in your flesh
and rope holding your head.
The custodian set a ladder
against the sky
climbed up and turned off the moon
to save energy.
I ran across the field
knocked down the ladder
it was funny to see him fall
but I hate to admit it, friend'
The stars shattered in my path.
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This is a very interesting piece. I like the metaphores and flow. There's a degeneracy in this toward the sun, moon and stars that give it a strong voice. Yvylyn
