📃 Daily(ish) poem → 00337 ◊ Sky Window. Armageddon ◊ Beth Ann Fennelly
Sky Window. Armageddon
The square’s astrological glass dome:
a man scans to confirm the known
unknown, but discovers a thirteenth sign,
overlooked stars that are burning
to be recognized. All history is out
of line, fate’s lacking. In the cracked,
unnatural sky, bears and lions
hurl against their cages, Orion pierces
the wine bag of heaven, and Pisces
thrashes his tail against the dome,
but the astrologer, unable to right
the fish bowl, drowns in his own dream.
—Beth Ann Fennelly
—from “Windows of Prague”
—found in A Different Kind of Hunger (1998)