A Compassion Of Stars*

A lament,
sung at Midnight,
for the passing
of a tiny orb of a planet
circling a small Sun.
Beautiful it was
Blue and Green and White.

A foolish species squandered
the bounty of this place.
Their eyes, able only to see wrongs,
blind to its glories.
Their greed, it’s death,
their hatred, it’s destruction.

But in the Planet’s death
they wrought their own,
for where else could they live.

Now who keeps
time in the Universe;
as the dull, dark orb
empty of life,
moves through Space.
Only the stars
singing a lament.

* A quote, thought to be from FLAUBERT.