CALL ME BELOVED

it would be comforting to think that
the stars that exploded eons ago
to form the atoms of my constituent parts
did so as part of some noble sacrifice,
some christ-like cosmic cruxifixtion
done for our benefit.

but then, to look at this planet
cast in the light of our own star,
hemorrhaging and bleeding out slowly
to warm the only lively planet
tumbling through space, to feel
the weight of that sacrifice and
to look out onto the filthy streets,
to see that this is what we’ve done with it.