We flew into the light until we became light itself.
We dreamt that the sun warmed us into gods, baked
our bodies until, hard-fired, we became invincible.
We dreamt of secret identities discarded, glasses
melted away with a glance. We dreamt that angels
swam through our veins, & stood transfixed,
mesmerized by the sight of our blood
beneath our gleaming skins…
& when our nemesis smiled, teeth flashing
like the fires of fallen cities, we smiled back…
& when he opened the door to his chest,
we were illuminated in the decay of emerald.
We understood (at once) the dense origin of
what had come (not all at once) to kill us--
our toxic homeland, our radiant past.
That's what it takes to strike down
the blessed—secret hearts, ignited
where the vacuum meets abhorrence,
hard knots of heaven scattered, earth-
Gregory Crosby is the author of Spooky Action at a Distance (2014, The Operating System). He always wears a hat.