THE INEVITABILITY OF LIGHT

				To keep the night
				from curling up at dawn
				they built a nail
				the size of a mountain,
				an entire gross of nails
				and a hammer like a moon.

				They drove those nails
				along the horizon,
				deep into the earth's crust,
				deeper still in the mantle.

				The night stretched,
				stars jumped and blurred.
				They heard invisible pinions
				wrenched from their sockets
				and a tremendous tearing
				as slashes of cerulean
				sheared the darkness
				and shadowy ribbons
				trailed across the land.

				And since that day,
				the beast of night
				has had a ragged tail.

				-Bruce Boston

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Cold Tomorrows

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