I’m doing an online course on Astronomy which focusses on the constellation of Orion to explore the life story of stars and nebulae. The poem is one I wrote before the course started.

The Fiction of Stories

how reassuring to see Orion again
striding across the sky – a trio of gods
piss on a cow hide and a giant is born
yet gods have no time for us -use us
as playthings   – with mighty club raised
and faithful dog at his heels Orion
pursues a bull  –  the death agonies there
have no time for us
once we sent stories into space  -supermarket junk
a naked man and woman   –   a magic flute
a whisper voyaging to the edge of the universe
a ripplewake in space time   –   this is us
radio waves are collected in a dish –
essence of far fetched relative facts
filled with miraculous births and deaths

today the gods have fallen from the sky

yet how reassuring to see Betelgeuse and Rigel

each time we glance up from the dark

knowing they have no time for us