Supernova

I would like to thank Howard and Ben for publishing my poetry in the last 24 hours. In their honor, I found an old poem, which I just re did and edited and am dedicating to both of them.

That Supernova

seen in Australia last month

Not a terrible beauty waiting to be born

But slouches towards Bethlehem

in death.

How will our Sol's death look

to the great cosmos

stars and planets whirling around

-our sun transformed into a white dwarf

magnificent shells crushed by nothingness

In 4.5 billion years from now

who or what will see our death?

Will we rise like a Phoenix in a distant sky

announcing to some planet

that we have died?

Is this the way the world ends?

Not by fire

Not by ice

Not with a bang

But a whimper?