Baetylus
Poetry by  ½ Comic Art by Emiliano Zingale
As a child you watched
your parents’ stars climb
the domed basilica of night,
then bred the path of your own
through the foggy chill of
your bedroom window.
 As a youth you shot out
like an Ottoman cannonball
to shatter the marble heads
of the Saints, shrieking
through the dark until unexpectedly
your plasma cooled, and
brighter stars prevailed.
 Now…
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