Dung Beetles Poem by Mark Heathcote

Dung Beetles



Want to roll with the dung beetles
isn't that what we already do?
Spinning one way then another
pushing our crap up-hill

hoping to make a large-pile
retire watching our bodies implode.

Turn supernova,
see a neutron star unfold.
still, without enough-mass
to create our own black hole.

Thursday, August 8, 2019
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