Tonight's Poet Corner: God's Wolf

God's Wolf
by Belinda Roddie

Edging into the trajectory
of a very literal death star;
the radiation

lingering long after the desire to
die, gamma pulse leading to the
glittering snout of a celestial
double-barreled shotgun.
This is how

the cosmos collapse -
by taking the rest of
the ocean with it. The death
of nebulae at the
cost of a red giant's fall, and a

supernova's attempt to swallow
dark matter whole, completely whole,
without even chewing, because
God knows it's got big enough
teeth to munch with, red hot pinwheels
locked behind an astronomical jaw, and

on our orb of travesty, we struggle
not to fear anything, and we work hard
to create, to commence, to produce
a mini-beginning of a new

universe, the particle accelerator
palpitating as the atoms collide.

And when our tiny experiments bring us
little comfort, or concept of safety,
against the tyrannical essence of our own
fragile anatomy, the

stardust gathers on our hands,
long before it

poisons nitrogen in the air and
petrifies the vitality in our eyes.