POEM: Sunrise Beach

people stagger down to sunrise beach,
like a zombie horde,
bed creases still fading

Sunworshipers —
in the literal sense —
not the kind seeking some shade of bronze

and what better to honor?
should the sun fail to shine
we’re eight minutes from our midnight
should it disappear altogether
we would hurl away,
an ice block
to be slung about by gravitational fields
or to simply careen into some other
unsuspecting block of ice or iron

except for vents from our molten core
all energy begins in that solar furnace
all green leaves
all creatures who eat the green leaves
all the creatures who eat the creatures who eat the green leaves
all fired by that grand fusion

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