The hundred lanterns rising from the grass
Had once resided underground
As if in bunkers waiting for the sound
Of an all clear from the tilt of earth’s axis.
As the sky turned down, I made my trespass
Into their constellation. The air unbound
The hundred lanterns.
Each pulse of luciferase a Diogenes.
Am I an honest man they found
Or interference their light cannot bend
Around? O let my disappearance praise
The hundred lanterns.