The last poem in my series titled 'Space.' Oh, but will we be so lonely out there in the void? I don't know. Check out: austin new blog, to find out. Hey, see you Saturday at Co-Lab.
oxygen seeped into the black
veil of becoming,
his skin began to freeze and his
eyes held still.
god’s hand in form of astral wind
swept him from
the gravity well
and into a neighboring wormhole.
a black hole is a subject not best defended
by movie stars or small children;
instead, it is a figurative impossibility
some fear one
day will creep onto the planet
in gray uniform and begin to sing
the blandest song of stasis
Walter was hurled across too many
and his body came apart;
head in an ice belt, hand in rusty meteor, liver in neutron star,
kidneys in pulsar beat,
heart in nebula cloud, and eyes
set down low in the ring of Saturn.
reassemble and toss him back into
we cry, we demand.
the binary stars twinkle; the comets
sparkle; the radiation crackles; the
space go way got under
the slip so swing we