Starlink fires descend throughout night—Montana skies
a theater of infinite wars—their memories rainbow— dust—
purple skies for days  Empires above— their proof of how much they love
—people falling all around the bride as rainbow fire in the sky
Her dress a vehicle to address the future  How could they not
be blessed?  How could their love not last? When the bride arrives
to vow under cascading ships exploding
into dust— how could she not think of soldiers
falling down upon them—hulls exploded
from friction—pressure —star fighters turning into memories
beyond the desert basin—far away from their little ceremony—
her love—their loved ones singing underneath falling stars?