a star has fallen
and the people
have come out into the street
to watch her die
in slow languor of flame's deep crackling fizzle

that crackles quicker than the questions
of if she fell from love
or from fear
as all that effervescing neon
that she kept inside
burnt one last time
to ask the small but large question
if anybody would help
or if they would say

come look, a star has fallen
in the street
and we have come out
to watch her die
as the last bit of her life
snaps out like a sharp ending breath

look, look,
a star has fallen.