It made my chest ache
from the inside
right behind my ribcage.
There was something
that was falling apart-
that used to live
behind the barren walls
of bleached, soulless bone.
The crab nebula
formed 12 stars
and still, is not empty;
we have watched
that vast expanse,
found hundreds of nebulae
but still,
we cannot count them.
And just as something
surely has died
within my hollow form
we surely will never understand
how this ball of molten
something
came to be,
or where this spit-up
of molecular chaos
originated.
As that something died
it let out
one last questioning beat-
it asked me
where it came from
where it was going
what it was before-
and it died:
imploded,
and sucked in
walls of bleached, soulless bone
as i told it
we would never know. |
Submission Name: second period astronomy.
