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