Concerning Constellations

The heavens will open up

through a pea green zipper,

the sky will leap out,

like air from vacuum tins,

dust from a million falling stars

will fill the grand canyon.

The earth will pop from the sun's heat,

men suspecting disaster

will suspend judgment

leaving lecturers deserted at the college.

Death swift

death orgasmic

will descend with the

wheels of the solar system in its feet,

will beat its galactic drum, but once

and once again the planet earth

as if life had never been.