Scar Death Magic

The moon is calling a life where
there is no Scar,
there is no Death,
there is no Magic,
and the Electric Girl can exist with her Lion Boy
on the galactic offing of the endless universe where no drones destroy
and no midwives of kings of chemicals and spirits can torture
the innocent creatures made for things beyond conflict
“You look at me like I exist,”
she tells him as they rope themselves out to ceasefire
and dance into the cosmos
“Silly Electric Girl,
You do exist.
I should know.
I’m the one who put you together.”
And when they stand on peaceful ground,
she reaches down with her sparkplug fingertips,
grabs a handful of moondust
and it’s the most beautiful thing
she’s ever seen
in her entire life.