Poem – “Burnt Corona”

Burnt Corona

Mechanical cosmos, coronal blast
Like the rupture of an ironworks
The crematorium of a dying star
Exorcises the ashes like a phantom,
Like a demon who exhales black holes
A solar flare burns our galaxy of regrets
With its trail imprinted in our eyes,
We can forget what is always destroyed

© S. M. Shuford 2018
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