Stars don’t die quietly
they scream light into the blazing sky
with Ares’ sword pointed towards themselves
spitting and burning the
truth
they splatter blinding supernovas
into the black padding of the night
dying stars don’t wink at the moon but take
pride in their indifference to
Death
and their
Love of the withering
light that burns them up from the inside
constellations of dust and
dents that hold the everlasting dark
until they do no more and
_
Nicola Bourne 