The Stars

Last night, because I was drunk,
I decided to take a detour on my way home.
I climbed my way up to the lookout
On Ohio Road, and watched the city bustling
Like an overworked machine.
"How disgusting!" I thought.
"Someone needs to take a rag to this city.
If I were in charge, I'd shut this place down,
Start fresh."
I looked at the sky:
Black.
Somewhere behind the filth, I knew,
Were the stars.
And, because I was drunk and feeling like a pagan,
I lifted my flask to the sky
And toasted the stars
For leaving their imprint on our collective memory
Before we made them impossible to see.