Look at us, mere specks
under the spangled sky,
separated from the gods
by an uncrossable distance.
Overhead, fireworks –
once mere debris –
now sweep the stars,
ignite a dying year,
and dazzle this crestfallen world.

This piece was first published on JAKE on December 31, 2023.

In Poetry

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