Stars stop on iron, then they are
Very often black holes
And yet they move away from us
At godspeed, it is time
Slipping away with absent will.

I know this because I have known you
Who’s red-shifting inside the Earth.
Wherever you went,
You’ll be forgiven for taking
A dim view of the man.

But we did what we could
With a flawed telescope !
It’s still Hollywood up here :
Nobody knows anything, and
Sometimes wheels won’t stop.

The puzzle you were, dear.
The puzzle you left.
I feel the tidal forces over
The bland horizon, messing
What remains into tin.

Know that I hold the short end
And the long end of this house,
Making sure stars won’t stop
Before they’re content
With what you left.

Image credit : Nan Goldin