Making Of Stars Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Making of Stars.

Long time ago before stars appeared,
nights were as black as standing inside
a mist of ink ejected by an octopus.

When stone-age man found how to lit
a fire, sparks flew up and slowly
the night sky had what we call stars.

When a star or spark dies a new one
will appear if not as many as before
now that we have electric light.

In Kalahari a tribe sits by the fireside
sparks fly upwards, they see to it we
always have stars on the night sky.