sadHANKY WARNING
I wrote this elegy and I'm still crying. Actually, just get the whole box of kleenex.
"Stardust to Stardust"
-- elegy for Stephen Hawking, January 8, 1942-March 13 2018
Cry me a river, cry
the Milky Way
running silent,
running deep
the Song of the Spheres
hushed, its greatest voice
gone breathless.
Schrodinger's cat
yowls, pacing around
the event horizon, and
paws a wormhole open.
Spirit wings clap,
cupping the solar wind,
climbing higher
and away.
Cry me a river, cry
throwing nebula blossoms
on a space-black coffin
lower the flag to half-mast.
The brightest mind is gone,
matter become energy once more,
ashes to ashes,
stardust to stardust,
gone
to become sunlight again.
