Apr 2017
The Sun will not swallow my non-existent offspring.
No child will claim me as their ancestor
no dog eared photograph will immortalise
my features, either to curse me for their birth or show me off to their families.
That Sun that knows me, knows I will not be leaving her any flesh to burn in her final burning of the Earth. She knows I get her benefit without any future promise of fuel.
I will live and die with my secrets, my stories, my songs, my poetry, and my intimate knowledge of that finite Sun will sleep in the grave with me until she finally explodes.
No child will claim me as their ancestor
no dog eared photograph will immortalise
my features, either to curse me for their birth or show me off to their families.
That Sun that knows me, knows I will not be leaving her any flesh to burn in her final burning of the Earth. She knows I get her benefit without any future promise of fuel.
I will live and die with my secrets, my stories, my songs, my poetry, and my intimate knowledge of that finite Sun will sleep in the grave with me until she finally explodes.
