Gravity Bends Galaxies’ Light Even on Curly Black Hair
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Because you slipped forever into death,
A sleep forever darker than mere sleep,
An ebony more black than stone, no breath
Inside its hardness, no one knows how cheap
Your last thoughts were or whom you loved before.
Put simply no one knows you now. Your truth
Remains as nothing, worse than black hole core.
A few alive remember you in youth
But those are memories only in those minds
And they distorted you as gravity
Distorts and bends the light. Besides, the blinds
In them will soon bring on depravity.
These few will die depraving light to bruise,
Cremating you like infant Auschwitz Jews.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Sep 3, 2024 | DE, Uncategorized |