Misplaced

It is the steam that rises
off of the Arctic Ocean
as a shining star
hangs in an afternoon sky.

It is a seagull that soars
over the blazing sandy seas
of the West Texas Desert.

It is the bright red blood that drains
from the strong tin soldier,
and stains the black tarp below him.

It’s a schizophrenic in his own mind.
It’s a ballerina, who twirls to silence,
in front of a blind audience.

It is an unpunishing God,
who damns his own angels to hell.