Stardust

Use the word life

sparingly in a poem.

Too vast an idea.

A subtle cliché.

 

Its meaning spread

as the dark spaces

between fireballs.

 

Its poignancy

as constant as

leaky faucet.

 

Each drop a

beat of the heart,

each beat a part.

 

But death,

be not proud,

big banging stops.

 

Drip, drip, drops,

fall like a star,

not far, not far.

 

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