I remember how she was stolen from her
world, and I recall how she went
Sweetly
insane inside the
starship, and how she would bang on
windows,
Calling out for some
God to save her. Calling out for her lost
Hero,
Screaming to be taken
home again.
They found her in a
box, earlier, all
soft and
silent, like a
doll, and we pulled
Her free, taught her to
walk again, braided her
hair as she asked where
Hero is…
And we cried for we had nothing to tell her.
And she held her
sister close, allowing the occasional piggyback ride,
Playing with the
black feathers, whispering to them…she was
sweetly
insane.
She sat in the rafters sometimes, swinging her legs and
singing nonsense,
Beading the strands of her
hair, and saying how
Hero must be with
God, and
How
God must come get her too, soon.
She stood there one day, staring out of the great
starship and I touched her shoulder.
Turning to me, she was crying, and she motioned to the
stars,
And asked me where
God was. I had no answer for her but to dry her
tears with a
Feather, and hold her tight. There is no
God she told me, and all I could do was
Cry for her lost
Hero.