Blazing Star

(mentzelia laevicaulis)

in the rubble at the foot of the cliff

next to the old volcano gone

bankrupt and stone cold

dead, at the edge

of the junkyard, it set up camp

with its roll

of barbed wire, its olive grey



there       crouched

in the dirt, behind

a broken rock

bristling with weapons

and thorns

it waits all winter, through

the damp spring


by summer, so hot and

rattled that

by accident a golden rocket explodes

gravel spits underfoot

and you go down seeing

the long shooting eyelashes     and bony wrists

of the boy soldier

who doesn’t know

the war is

over and they have lost

the planet,