Look Up, Look Quick !
Look up naked-eyed on a pitch and inky night,
And what do we see ?
We see youth.
From the barely-there shrug to the brilliant-bright,
It’s winners that we see, to tell the truth.
Big stars, hot stars,
From one end of the bell-curve –
All Ohs and Bees and Ays.
The only reds are giant reds,
The newly-borns yet soon-be-deads –
They’re burning-up for all they’re worth
In one almighty blaze.
And quite a few of them will blow
In supernovas (what a show !)
Within the next-odd million years or so.