Death of a Star

Spinning in the black abyss,   
my warmth,                            
I share around me,                 
They come and go,                 
rotation,                                              
I grow old,                             
I’ve worn for many a year,                 
Now I no longer last,
Expanding — Growing — Swelling,
my red skin corrupts all,
engulfing the revolutionaries,
that surround me,
few are left,
I reach for those,
that I did not harm,
but they — as I — have changed,
Slowly I wither,
away.
Death becomes me.

 

But I do not cease,
reborn again am I,
a dwarf –
of my former self,
though I can still outshine,
any star in the night –
sky.

 —

Published in the 2013 Mid Rivers Review Magazine of St. Charles Community College

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