Light Killing Light
The Milky Way is one prolonged, hot sigh
Of birth and life and dying. Whites and blues
And yellows, splayed across an iron sky,
Explode, implode, imbibe each other, fuse
Their destinies together, cannibals
Of cousins who mistakenly drift near,
Or, more like elephantine Hannibals
Traversing mountain heights, they maul a sphere
Of hydrogen which thought that it was Rome,
Invincible. A few shrink into black,
Negating all their history. Some home
In on a ruthless suicide, attack
Themselves as bombers lacking targets. Bright
As death can be, they spread a spectral blight.