Magazine February 19, 2018, Issue

Poetry

Milky Way is seen during the annual Perseid meteor shower in Spain, August 11, 2017. (Paul Hanna/Reuters)

THIS MILKY WAY

This Milky Way, our galaxy, contains

A massive hole of blackness at its core,

Where any photon striking it remains

In unreflected absence evermore,

While we perch on a speck upon a dot

Upon an arm that arcs to empty space,

Which pre-existed all our prayers and thought

And long will linger after our spent race.

The ancients saw this sky-smear in the night,

And fancied milk of life, God’s guarantee.

Not we. We sense dark matter more than light,

And darker yet, increasing entropy.

The hopeless too are doomed to hope and wait,

And contemplate our origin and …

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Poetry

Poetry

THIS MILKY WAY This Milky Way, our galaxy, contains A massive hole of blackness at its core, Where any photon striking it remains In unreflected absence evermore, While we perch on a speck upon a ...

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