Impact

Impact 

Ricky Mave

There's glass on the floor.
The teeth of a fallen star, its face
Shattered on the pavement.
Glistening in the light,
An echo of former glory, a time
When it lit the mind of the universe with radiance.
That’s why I can’t sweep it up—
It reminds me of you.

These shards are fangs now,
Plucked from under the curled lip of a rabid dog.
They pop tires, choke pigeons, prick fingers
Of babes drawn to they’re surreal sparkle.
I bite my lip.
You were meant for something better than Earth.
If you had to fall, why here?
On this cold arctic island, that never
Stops and always forgets.
To be banished from the heavens in a flash,
When you were not Satan,
And now the sour remnant of a dreamer.
That’s why I can’t sweep it up—
It's to show the world what happens...
To shooting stars.