"Vega" (New poem, 2021/12/22)

the magic kingdom speaks
agest dust bowls disintegrate
the void
echoes of skulls crushing crystal
down a pyramid
as high
as Orion
it tells a tale
of Vega
back centuries ago

it says:

on Vega stars were brighter
I turned the other page
faced the gray
found a cold coverlet flower
looked at the tender gutters' moon
worn bee night's like a chairman of egos
and home was like a belly
Vorwärts!
up and down
through the waste

on Vega people were kinder
in triumphant dawns unafraid
asking
what have our centuries done to your Egypt
aureoled bursting bowl
by are we of vine
waving what to write on tombstones
and no room for sand
old eternal bells
ringing
Vorwärts!

on Vega highways were longer
pulp wind blowing
eager through the corn
young heads drive pallor
in a psychedelic desert
march and thought all free
gorgeous
by everything... time
the asbestos skies
ghetto - the behind - know home suction cafe

on Vega we order another cup
on Vega we're immortal
on Vega we died to exist