Looking up
She considered
The existence
Of Stars
Of a tapestry
Of silver
Laid out across
The sky
Like
A Tiffany's
Christmas display
Were they really
Up there?
Balls of fire
Floating in Stygian
Darkness
Shedding light
That wouldn't reach
Earth for millennia
That would never
Reach her
Standing beneath
The scudding
Plutonium clouds
