Bane

After Po Chu's "Rain"

I grew up an alien in a farm town
Looking up to outer space.
I worked on the long-range antennae;
The signal was seldom responsive.
Grain by grain, the land matched the sky;
The farms were parallel with infinity.
From my lab I'd see the moon;
An echo of my childhood song.
The stars were stolen by sparse streetlights;
Only a few would shine softly.
I watched as one came crashing to the ground
Turning the sky into a fire lake.