Silence blanketed the land
where celebrations bloomed before
—no songs were sung, no candles
burned—and yet this night
if you looked up you might discern
a single point of light piercing
the industrial smoke-smudged glow
The star apeared
to lure eyes from their constant toil
to break the spell of gold
whose kudzu grasp had flourished
and, in flourishing, had killed
like a bell it pierced the dark
and like a beckon beamed
and though thin and cold
that flickering arrow found its mark
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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