Eat it too

Nations fall off the earth like cheap plastic decorations  on dry icing

The kind that hurts the pit of your stomach – not homemade

To keep warm out in space the people huddle around one of the candles
that flings hot wax on stars and asteroids as they hurdle through space on a metaphor for insignificance

Someone digs a hole and lowers a platform with picks and chisels to harvest the icing

Suddenly the candle goes out
They sit in the cold darkness holding their stomachs ,rocking back and forth in a way that mimics the tides and rhythms of life they left behind