Voices: Steven Andrews

October 18, 2005

Astronomical Monologue

 

It used to be enough 
to bend rays of light

around

my ecliptic,

that planets

in their proud mass

and density,

were compelled to circle

on a plane

determined by my formation,

by the rotation

of gas and dust

in the wake of condensation.

 

It used be to enough to have control.

I need more.

More power and mass:

a more incredible dent

in the fabric of space/

time.

I need the kind of attraction

I can get from explosion,

from stealing mass

from a nearby star, exceeding

the edge of stable.

They call me ‘black hole,’

as though I am nothing.

I revel in my ability

to consume

anything

 

—Steven Andrews ’05

Reprinted from The Wabash Review

 


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