And Also with You

The comet taught us how to watch the war.

The comet contended that fire

is romantic and recommended we each behold it alone,

envisioning out there somewhere our next

lover, craning up at this same sky.

Was the comet simply endeavoring

to keep us divided, I asked it, and the comet

did not reply. Then we discovered the men

who wanted us dead

were convening at night on the site where their hero

had been unceremoniously

interred. And so we exhumed the guy, burned him up,

and fed his ash to the rapids,

to be churned into marlstone and mud-rich

air. Good thinking. Now he’s everywhere.