Lesser to You

You, old salacious Sun,

“We are all made of stars…”

A hearty laugh, good fun.

We’ve been immolated,

Floating pyre, out of reach,

Burn, unmitigated.

But, if we’re made of Stars,

You ate us like Saturn,

stopped us before the start.

What are we a part of?

We? Stars? Lesser to you,

but we do eat our young.

© CGT, 2017.

Talk to me.