Split Skies

Eric Blasco

Beast with many heads
but no heart
hard to see where
it stops and starts
the fate of dirt road rocks
roll between worlds to block
the Stars, city scrapers make
their own galaxies above
can’t escape pain and love

Rustling constellations
run through
cornfield space-stations
from the grocery bag gods
Who try
to blow the wind
and split the sky
but won’t tell why
the world’s as small as your feet
and as big as your eyes.