Death #2

Everything devolved into the
interior of my physical body and
the implication of distant galaxies

forest fires scorch Earth’s surface
the cosmological constant is a beautiful equation
and the radio telescopes are silent

social media connections are sub-par
postage stamp prices keep rising
and entire forests are chipped into toilet paper

the statistic of eight billion humans
barely depleted by four hundred
fifth-six thousand annual murders

Poe was prescient in equating a raven
with death, here at the edge
of the known universe

[RK, 7/20/22]