LUCIFER’S FALL

LUCIFER’S FALL
Take a good, long look—
Squint if you must—
Strain your eyes.
Can’t you see it in the distance?
Spreading across the ebony sky
Descending, tumbling to earth—
A myriad stars.
Pushing, reviling—
Mouths in a cold and hardened ground,
Devouring our young—and promising
Nothing good—
But taking all.
Black holes spread across our hearts and land.
Newtown, old town—
A theatre in Aurora—
No Aurora Borealis is this—
Which is lovely, a heavenly sign that all is well,
Like a rainbow
What this is—it’s ugly,
Unless we stop it’s curse and course.
The reign and rain of hate-filled slurs and bullets
As victims begat victims begat victims—
Young and old, a rage that’s bold,
A cruel and heartless smile—
As the joker laughed—
The signs were plain
That Lucifer’s fall was real.

David Marchuck Barbour, Copy 2013, All Rights Reserved. Any printing, publication, or use of this material would be a copyright violation without the express authorization of Millpond Ink, LLC, 6219 Trailhead Road, Highlands Ranch, CO 80130