Thursday, March 12, 2015

Belief


They came because the planet was so noisy. They found
a granular speck incommensurably busy.
We looked up and saw a shooting star falling
through the night. Others thought an angel had come.

End days? Or more warming? We knew how to live
on a hot planet, were calmer about dying, but life itself
ceasing? No-one wanted to get their head around that. Spinning
in empty space we tried, as we could, to be kind to each other.


4 March 2015

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