Dance of Thanatos

“Window of BAMF Cafe in Baltimore (before closing),” photo by A. Jarrell Hayes

I danced with Thanatos
throughout the silence
that followed the Big Bang.
While we waltzed in the cosmos,
galaxies met their sentence
as my partner sang.

The twinkle in his one good eye
vanished, as if it was a moonchild
dying before being born.
Comets fall when god’s cry;
suns supernova when gods go wild;
black holes try to mend a heart torn;

and solar systems, in a glance,
disappear when Thanatos and I dance.