Fallen

By Sheree Renée Thomas

1.

The night a comet

with its silver tail

tucked between its legs

fell through darkness

to rest in the Wades'

dead field

Papa stood

on the back stoop

unmoving, wolf

starved in metal trap

teeth broken from winter's

harsh bite.

In the back of the shotgun

the crooked step jutting

out like a lip, he could see

the sky neck, feel the stars

shake they heads

That night he threw

the fallen stone

back to sky

the stars watched

it all come down

to ruined earth again.

Sky would not take back

what she had done

the fields spent,

barren.

2.

When the wagonwheel broke

shattered like Siss Bo

right knee, they fled

and Papa left

the wagon leaning

in the road.

The horse sweated

at high noon

the two youngest

on its back.

He shook its head

but not at the burden

the way Rushia

took the seed bags

the brown scuffed case

filled with the children's

best, adjusted

her Sunday hat.

Papa stood on the hard

packed road, stroking

the horse lathered

in froth, whistled once

and then the whole damn

sky fell on him.


Sheree Renée Thomas is a Memphian in New York. Her work appears in Southern Revival: Deep Magic for Hurricane Relief, ESSENCE, storySouth, So Long Been Dreaming, Mojo: Conjure Stories, and Bum Rush the Page: A Def Poetry Jam. Her Dark Matter anthologies were honored with the World Fantasy Award. You can find out more about Sheree's work on her website, and you can contact her at wanganegresse@yahoo.com.