When A Star Dies

This poem is basically about a star who stole too much light from the other stars, so she was banished from the sky by a wise moon and forced to live in the body of a little girl. I think this is worth saying because it's easier to appreciate someone's poetry if you know what the hell they're talking about.

in a cul-de-sac the same as every other
a girl ties fireflies together with blades of grass.
their striped bodies stacked like toy blocks,
or their faces pressed together, forming multi-point stars.
she likes to watch them stumble and see how far
they get before wincing, they collapse in her hands.

but after they sleep she weeps to the moon
for expelling her to the dim and doom
of a poorly lit house made of bread and sawdust
and answers to questions she never asked
in the first place, she was a lustrous omnipotent flame
with a name the whole galaxy knew.

in a universe like every other, they still see her
the common as comets commoners
and the fireflies choking beneath delinquent fingers.
they watch infamy burn slower than time can.
night is her most ironic fun house mirror
a reflected reminder, the loss of a winner.