Poem 4

What it's like to die on every planet

We sail through the abyss of stars

pulverised by radiation sickness

bodies evaporated

turned inside out

the gravity on Venus

laughs at your bones

the sin of being human

before the uncaring majesty

of the supreme void

how vain and how fragile

nothing matters

nothing anti-matters

we sent monkeys and dogs

on rockets to die in space

fuck Earth

If it was obliterated by an asteroid

I would feel bad for the asteroid

But, given the choice

I would like to be

crushed by Uranus.

This was all a ruse; I'm sorry.