A nebula protoplanetary,
called ‘Gomez's Hamburger' for its mien
plus name of the man who found this very
unusual ‘burger' sandwiched between
a bun's top and bottom, so it appears,
in fact is a Sun-like star, thus it's held,
approaching the end of its stellar years
with much dust and gas already expelled.
This hamburger ghostly is mostly made
from dust and light, the ingredients prime
by chef culinary of cosmic grade.
Albeit a vegetarian, I'm
struck by the image and what it evokes
so grounded in earthly appetites some,
and flames of imagination it stokes
for those who to this repast would succumb.
It's about ten thousand light-years away
in region of Sagittarius bunch
as the Hubble's telescope eyes portray
well fit for a far-off luncheon or munch
if eaten by hungry sidereal
with craving galactically inclined
in celestial manner ethereal
or just astronomically designed…
When the stargazer that hamburger spied
instead of his wondering ‘what' or ‘why',
perhaps in astonishment Gomez cried,
‘Oh my, there's a hamburger in the sky! '
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