Stratospheric Arms
The sky looked the same,
night, after night.
Tonight, it was different.
Big Dipper, familiar.
Orion's sword, hanging low.
He was falling, falling,
again.
Like meteor curtain, entering,
painting thousands of miles,
an hour.
Night sky, illuminating,
pyrotechnic magic.
Burning, breaking into,
hundred thousand pieces.
Stratospheric arms,
spreading.