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, l...