BETELGEUZE

We sentients on Earth eagerly hope

that Betelgeuze would blaze

brighter than the Moon

on our sky.

See a supernova!

Who were the last to see one

in our spiral cast in the night?

The peers of Brahe and Kepler!

We, motes of dust,

in our swift darting

from oblivion to annihilation,

yearn to witness a greater death than ours.

In our dream to see

the sky made anew by a visiting star,

we think little of the motes of dust

on whose skies it would shine death.

In the funeral pyre of a giant

we would doom them, sentients

and those still grasping for the flint and the flame.

For if we could, we would make Betelgeuze die.

28.01.2020