Replace the Stars

They left holes in the sky, 
promising to replace the stars later, and later
they had to make sure nobody was around who
remembered the stars as they were 

because new ones had to be made in haste,
which looked nothing at all like the originals, 
just tinfoil stars pinned to a black curtain, 
just sparks stirred from a dying fire.

What if the world went away for a second 
and your friends weren’t afraid? 
Would you make bodies for them from the stardust?
Would you take pity on the begging spirits
clamoring for bodies to hide in?

Would you reconstruct the past from 
what you know of history 
to bring back the playing field, 
bring back the games? 

Would you bring back the tragedies 
as lessons to learn?
Would you know which tragedies were 
trumped up to set wheels in motion, 

set men in motion marching in lockstep?
Would you stuff those false memories in a trunk, 
throw them on the fire, or 
parade them on the stage?

What if you suddenly knew 
you could vault mountains, 
would you rush off in search of mountains? 

And what if the world couldn’t hold you, 
you were no longer a creature of gravity?
If the secret were out and you knew it all,
Would you tell me?