nothing rings as hollow as sorrow
in the black of night when the sky tumbles
and grace cannot hold the stars for long
when rain slants
filled with the strange fire of its falling
like starlight expelled from heaven
lucifer’s serpent uncoiling
in its descent
empty as regret
sorrowful
as hollow as nothing
© BH, 2026
Just a wee something. Hard-wrought. The first line has been in three other poems that went off on their own and abandoned it.
Still, here it is, fallen from grace, tumbling, perhaps into oblivion, cast out like Lucifer, and falling, all wings and serpent coils, down, down, down…
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