He had no idea why he
had chosen this place, had
no memory of how he had gotten here.
The night sky poured forth
its endless cascade of stars,
bathed him in the waves of the cosmos.
He reached up as if to touch heaven,
knowing he was an insignificant being
on an inconsequential bit of rock and magma.
that the gods had long since deserted.
He knew the moon would soon return,
growing ever brighter, digesting
a multitude of stars as it waxed
until sated, then it cast them back
into the firmament, waning
steadily into a short lived oblivion.
This cycle had repeated for eons, stars
had been born, were being born,
had died, were dying and sadly no man
would ever stand here and mourn for those
celestial jewels, or those of his species
that would in the cosmic scheme, soon pass.