Orion’s Rust Belt
The huntsman came looking
for something
and certainly
he did not find it.
We met him at the bus stop
picked up his luggage
then we went out for dinner
at the steakhouse.
Sometimes you can see the stars
out in the desert
reflecting the billion grains of sand
slipping and sliding
down the hourglass
counting away the decades.
The huntsman spoke at our funeral
before leading the procession up the mountain.
Everyone followed with their old boots
and pitchforks
but the road stops
seven miles out
from Olympus.
Charlotte Boyle
Year 13
Cashmere High School
