Corona

A Poem by Anonymous

Heat and light encircle

the sun in rays and waves

unseen to human eye

unless—until sheltered

by an eclipse. So strange

the dark allows a glimpse

of what was always there.

We watch from our back yard

through charred lenses and smoke

rising off an altar,

the sweet-meat syrup-drink

laughter halted as the

sky snuffs out our sense of

responsibility.