This week…a little poetry – Ode to the End – instead of the usual brilliant analysis and insightful reflection.
Ode to the End
(Or, “Thank you for visiting the Universe. The lights will go out in 100 trillions years. Please exit promptly.”)
Me an’ you an’ the Milky Way
All must go our inevitable way,
Nothing’s permanent, nothing stays,
All things have their end of days,
No matter the priestly rate we pay,
Nor all-knowing god to Whom we pray,
The stars go out, we turn to clay;
It isn’t personal, just the way
This rolling reality must outplay,
But to the frozen Dark I say
At the End of Time, yes, win you may—
But not today,
But not today.