Prophetess
My grandmother’s eyes could see beyond the veil
That the night brought shade upon the earth
She watched the stars watch us live, perform, and die.
She would point out her window to the universe
But she never said anything worth noting,
Her milky eyes like two moons orbiting death,
She did not need to say a word, her silence
Was her protest, her way of pulling back the curtain
And revealing that our galaxy was an audience,
Riveted, and unfeeling, we were their gladiators
Their blood sport, the stars are eyes, watching us,
And the earth shook whenever she looked up at the stars
And watched them watching us, her bony finger
Conducting stars to collide when she caught them off guard.
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