Ant Smith



There be rising stars

And falling stars

Even morning glory stars

And scary vampire evening stars

It seems that stars behave as though they like to move

There be giant stars

And dwarfen stars

Even binary bipolar stars

And claustrophobic holey stars

It seems that stars can sometimes find that they are ill

There be

White and red and yellow and brown

Stars of every hue

There even be stars of black and blue

It seems that stars can suffer torture and abuse

There are cepheid variable pulsating stars

Sometimes bright

Sometimes large

And that's the pantheon on view

Stars that act like me and you

The universal

In our room