On their way to Hades
They all think, I’ll be fine
I’ll remember who I am
How cold it can be, how isolated And so one by one they return to the sky They give in to the light once more
All their fuel consumed in a final burst
To break orbit from the gravity of flesh So brightly burn the falling stars Streaking across heaven
With that last brief moment of illumination Moving the Universe forward, just a little On their way to Hades
They all think, I will help
And one by one, early or late
They do. -Erika Ginnis
2-6-14 In memory of Phillip Seymour Hoffman 1967-2014