roulette
roulette
it’s all inanely true
some galaxies have some stars have some planets
local gangs of black holes pull together
at the center of spiraling milky arms
polar jets viciously spew ejecta
spacedust tearing through spacetime
toward a single planet
one planet in particular
and that at certain specific points in time
and it’s all very inanely true
small amounts of radiation
punch through the exosphere
an eon of continuous thunderstorms
planet-shifting, so petty
so petty in the grand scheme of things
within a microscopic refuge
bantlings unwomb
birthing as the storms subside
the dying members trail behind
small friends living in obscurity
fighting for scant food, defying the grim odds
particles sail above the planet’s surface as slyphs would
and the universe can see where this is going
moving havenward toward a civilization
trying to control tomorrow
there’s no controlling tomorrow
our devilish roulette, devoid of remorse delivers
a silent violence
cuts them down to their original protons and electrons
unwholesome and unmentionable particles
deranged
particles sail above the planet’s surface as slyphs would
and the universe can see where this is going
it’s all inanely true
First published in Cobalt Review