The Universe is dying,

the scream of the victim

and the whimpering quiet pleading

has been heard since it was born

against its will and left urgently

on the doorstep

of the nearest milkman

to deliver on his rounds.

 

Long since has it passed the anger and frustration

of youth and its quiet dogged resistance to Middle Age

in which it lost its maidenhead to Entropy

in a quick fumble beside the sea of forever

and the loss of the phone number hastily scribbled

and the promise to keep in touch

deserted as soon as another

reality winked Entropy’s way and giggled

at its joke of lost time.

 

Now it looks out of the old Universes’ home,

and the infirmity it feels, squeezed dry

by a billion dying Suns taking all the energy

possible in an attempt to flirt with disaster.

The Universe is dying, its wounds

far too deep and the only question that should be asked

by the Detective in charge,

is it natural causes or

was it attempted murder?

 

Ian D. Hall 2015