Schweit­zer: I miss the night sky

I miss the night sky.
In the city,
you can’t see much:
only the moon
and the very brigh­test stars;
the glo­rious Mil­ky Way remains
unsu­spec­ted, uni­ma­gi­ned
by most who live out their lives
within the city’s gla­re.

I miss the night sky.
In the gra­ve,
the stars of the death­lands,
are few and faint and stran­ge,
the last fading embers
of fires alre­a­dy extin­gu­is­hed,
and we who rise up out of the gra­ve
are too preoc­cu­p­ied with our pain
to pau­se and look at the night sky.

[Dar­rell Schweit­zer]

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