I look into the sky and look for the gods
But the only answer I get
is the resounding vacancy of vast emptiness
I’m damned and condemned
To be a bespotted speck
On a huge cosmic stretch
But even in life I’m bereft
Perhaps we are not meant
To look for more meaning
Than the effect
Which speaks of the process
Which states
When we pass away
We are not truly dead
But we rejoin our fathers
In the most banal and majestic way
The way of energy transfer.