Dead Stars
Dead stars populate television sets:
their ghosts restored, recirculated
Until celluloid liquifies, pixels
scramble, restoration of the restoration fades
Until the imprint becomes something of the
British Guiana One-cent Magenta –
A reconstruction of a reconstruction, a
stamp of our own dissolution,
Reintegration, and renewal into another
person beset by ancient molecules’ accumulated
Histories cleaved to newborns tabla rasa
that only confuse and again stumble
Another term on this wobbling hologram
called Earth, the universe tinted
A peculiar kaleidoscope restricted by our
cones and rods, an inner-verse
Cultured by mores and customs both
ephemeral and extraneous,
Our tragedies and celebrations instigated
by others’ confused rapprochement
With the same obfuscation, confoundment,
and clarity’s tenuous moments
That compose a lived-life that affords
space in discarded photo scrapbooks.
Our legacy? An expired term cast to the
firmament above, possibly
A star whose transmission unseen in its
original form, only
Extrapolated from recycled remnants of
ancient giants nestled in nebulae:
Graveyard of life-forces long-spent light
years ago, seed for embryos’
Flicker, a stage for chimeras to
materialize and respire inspiration anew.
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Chris Sahar is
an organist at the historic St. James Church in Elmhurst, Queens and a
substitute teacher for the New York City public schools. He is also a
music composer whose works have been performed in the US and Europe as well as
a writer of poetry and libretti. He has had his music published by Editions
Ferrum Music, and two of his poems, “Rainey Park 2018” and “33”, published in
an online poetry journal in 2022.
Mr. Sahar holds a B.A in English literature from Oberlin College and a M.M. in music composition from Queens College/City University of New York.
Born and raised in New
Jersey, Mr. Sahar has made Queens, New York his home since 1994.
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