Bone stars structure a universe 

Like a billion spines 

But they facture  

The universe is trying to crush me 

Maybe some god  

Will build something new 

On top 

Old universes become floors  

And seedbeds 

Dead emperors and forgotten blacksmiths 

Who made a village run 

Domesticated cats  

And plastic wrappers 

Become soil 

Where something un-named may grow  

About the Author: Angelo J. Letizia is an assistant professor of education and has published a bunch of scholarly works on things that nobody reads. But his true passion is writing poetry and creating graphic novels. He has published a number of poems in various journals. He currently lives in Northern Maryland with his wife and three children. You can find him on twitter at: @ajosephletizia.