Poem: Burn on
By: Steven Lebow
Seven thousand suns are a virgin in the sky.
I am that virgin who abstains,
I am that priest who wears no shoes
because he owns none.
Suns are the gypsies of the sky
and we are eunuchs, bound to them.
Unlike the moon,
we do not move in tides.
Suns burn on for years.
We only see them in the day.
I have awakened late some nights
and waited for the sun to rise.