Like a cosmic sandwich in my hand
I folded space and time
and slipped through to you,
To when you were younger,
innocent, happier, and ignorant
of your fate cascading towards
you like a deadly comet careening through
a vacuum straight for your heart.
I knew the path you would take around the sun,
a planet on a collision course
that never had a chance to live but
you were so beautiful as you hung there
in the sky…a celestial angel.
Barely out of its primordial soup
from a single celled organism you
were flung to extinction as my
foot first felt the earth.
I am a black hole you see,
for I let nothing escape
when it reaches my event
I consume, I devour…
as I did you under that
ancient fall night sky…an eon ago,
with the bright eyes of a thousand
stars as my witness to
your cataclysmic destructive end.
It is my nature, my make-up and you were
the unlucky one to have
crossed my path.
By Philip Wardlow 2012