The Destruction Of The Universe Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

The fate of the universe is darkish,
as Einstein has assessed and Hubble later on.

The dark energy squeezes tightly our throat,
the whole universe inflates like a balloon,
it becomes a ball, swelling at a devil’s pace,
the galaxies depart, the one from the other,
like a bird from a bird, me from you,
we from us, like the community from its shadow.

The dark matter will make the universe cold,
they say, a rooster overthrows the previous one
that of the dark energy, before it puffs us up,
before it makes us debris, a floating zero.

For a solution, NASA will send proper poetry
via a modern radar, to make the forces wise.
They asked verses of mine. The Committee wonders
whether they are inappropriate or 'in, appropriate'.

I guess that in the end God is waiting for us
to chat with us for the light-tree of a humble love,
for the wise who knows that he knows nothing,
for a saint who speaks with the stars, His birds.
What else he wishes to feel moved and recreate?


© JosephJosephides