New Poem for mid-May

New Astro-Photos of Black Holes

I know they are too far away to affect our lives

And besides they have been there for billions of years

And will be for many more: whatever thrives

In the universe will continue. Despite our tears,

Whatever is doomed to die soon disappears.

Some jets of steam shoot out, swoosh swoosh,

Every few moments, while planets and moons.

Swirl down the gurgler, as do time and space,

No more moral than gangsters and goons,

No more virtuous than your angelic face,

My love, standing here with me one last night

As though we had a million evenings left

To love as all the other couples do, in spite

Of lost melodies and fractured dreams, bereft

And lost in solitude amid the nebulae

Where nothing grows or dies or dreams. The sky

Is empty now and silent.  And so you walk away.

The galaxy is empty and silent and so am I.