A simple little piece, this.
The title, of course, comes from Duran Duran.
The subject matter is cosmological physics, the life-cycles of stars and its role in the evolution of life and civilisation.
The setting is a restaurant, you've all been in restaurants, yes?
A new star on Tuesday
in one corner
of the restaurant
a supernova
blowing bubbles
its straw below the surface
of the interstellar medium
and exhaling
one last sharp breath
the nebulae
dining on gas and dust
at neighbouring tables
pull inwards
as embarrassment blooms
hot and tight
until finally
here's irony
heavy elements kindled in the gyre
but mostly iron
spraying out
in all directions
to seed the lunchtime menu
with richer dishes
it isn't mangles
flat-irons
three-eighths Whitworth bolts
it isn't armadillos
pentagonal sea creatures
and opposable thumb drives
raining down from an empty sky
but it's a start
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