The Last Thing She Wore- A Star Wars Episode III poem

The last thing she wore:

stars in her hair,

he, looking, sees only stars

he: transformed to cultural anxiety, ultimate

expression of monstrous form,

she floated at dusk, death mysterious

yet plain; fire and ice in the universe

when balance was all that was needed.

feeling is no longer his realm

using power like party tricks,

unknowing through many years and past

denial, committing her into memory,

nothing else, and stars.