He Who Wanders

Did you notice the bleeding
Star descending?
Did you see the body burning
Behind itself
In a glittering trail
Of tumbling
Flecks of skin?

Or were your eyes
On the sun?
Yes, its light is brighter,
Stable and slow.
Safe and warm,
It browns your body
With a long, caramel kiss.

Now look again,
For destruction is fleeting.
Watch him twinkle
Like a batting eye
Wet with sprinkling tears.
Watch before the tears dry
And the eye closes
For its last and final time.