Imagine if the universe were closed;
what rules of time and space would be imposed?
The cosmic clock, stretched taut, begins to stop
and entropy gets shifted to reverse,
while Death despairs to lose a ripened crop
as corpses move from festering grave to hearse.
Red giants, plump as cherubs’ cheeks, slim down;
their iron hearts grown light, while on our Earth
the city is demoted to a town,
till villages and hamlets dot its girth.
The universe contracts some more and we
no longer de-gestate inside of wombs;
the basest life forms re-infest the sea
and then, perhaps, another Big Bang looms.